I understand patience is supposed to be a virtue, but it's clearly not one automatically encoded on our DNA. And in my experience, the only people who do have patience are the ones who aren't in a season of waiting. (Or people who just like to dish out advice. I'm giving up on the advice circuit. I have nothing to teach anyone about the virtue of patience. Or weight loss. And sometimes English.)
I get that patience is one of those developed skills--you know, if you do it over and over again, you finally get it down. But what I wonder is why can't Jesus just ask us to take up smoking? I'm pretty sure that's a habit I could develop much more easily. Or running. I might actually be better at running than waiting--which is totally putting this waiting thing into perspective.
But let's be realistic for a minute. My real problem with waiting has nothing to do with waiting at all. It has a lot more to do with my inability to be in the here and now. I've posted about it before, but allow me to repeat the fact that I am no stranger to preoccupation. (Or cookies. I'm no stranger to cookies either.)
I have no idea how to "fix it," though. I'm trying to take joy in the things I'm doing right at that very second, but let's face it, finding joy in a bowel movement just isn't normal. Well, it might be normal for some people, but it's not something in which I typically find joy.
Sometimes there's just no focusing. So I'm practicing the art of sharing those things with God and then trying to do what I need to do for that day.
So far, I've graded several stacks of papers, put away laundry, stayed up to date on my Bible study and worked on a bit of lesson planning for the week.
I've gotten a lot done...which is proof that you can totally lose your mind and still function.