Patience

Patience. This word has been spoken over me so many times in the last year. And I know God doesn’t waste his time sending messages that aren’t meant for us.

He’s used people and he’s used so many situations to teach me what it really means. To be patient. To watch him put the pieces together while I rest in trust.

Here’s what I’ve learned:
Patience can not co-exist with worry.
Patience can not co-exist with fear.
Patience can not co-exist with force.
Patience can not co-exist with anything but surrender. Letting go. And a wholehearted trust that you’re in bigger hands. A trust that plants you right smack dab in the present moment- where you’re forced to fully experience and enjoy it.

Patience is freakin’ hard. But patience is a huge gift. It’s the gift of now. And the gift of not knowing. It’s the gift of acceptance.
The gift of giving control of your life up to something bigger... someone far more equipped to hold the weight.

Patience is a freakin’ full body experience. It is pain and sadness and happiness and joy and vulnerability and work and connection all wrapped up in one. It’s the belief that each and every one of those are the necessary guides that will get you to where you’re supposed to go. It’s the willingness to go through them all until God is ready to do whatever it is you’re waiting for.

I know that guy doesn’t waste his time sending messages that aren’t meant for us. And what I’ve learned is this:
God doesn’t plant anything on your heart for no-reason. You just have to be patient.