Fruitful: Patience
Thank God that he is patient with me when I am impatient with myself!
My thoughts as I journey through this thing called life.
Thank God that he is patient with me when I am impatient with myself!
I wonder how our lives would change if we dared to lean in just a little closer and let the hand of the master restorer work.
While I still know nothing about gardening and have nothing short of a black thumb, I see the value in the gardening metaphor.
If these nine characteristics are the fruit of the Spirit, the result of his presence and a natural outpouring of his character, that means you can’t pick and choose which ones you want.
Let’s be a people so in tune with the voice of God that we quicken our pace when he tells us to and we slow down when it’s time to do so. Let’s do our best to move at his pace and not our own.
Run to God, mess and all, and let him wrap you in his arms and clean you up with eyes full of grace and love. You don’t need to be perfect to come to him, he’ll accept you where you are, even if you have an F-off sign on your face. Just come.
The men and women in the Olympics were born with some degree of natural talent, as we all were, but they took the time and had the patience and discipline and wherewithal to master that talent. What would our lives look like if we did the same with the gifts we’ve been given?
If you feel invisible right now, let me just tell you that God sees you. He knows exactly who you are, where you are, and what you’re struggling with. More than that, he knows your character, your future, and your past. When you’re passed over or someone turns a blind eye toward you, that could potentially be the best gift He could ever give you. In that moment, he’s giving you more time to spend with Him.