I recently spent some time on my knees thanking God for all the patience I’ve been gaining lately. No really. You probably know there’s only one way to get it, right? So does God.
Anyway as I got up after that prayer I wondered (under my breath), “How much patience does a guy need?”…after which my scriptures fell open to these words:
“And thus the flesh becoming subject to the Spirit, or the Son to the Father, being one God, suffereth temptation, and yieldeth not to the temptation, but suffereth himself to be mocked, and scourged, and cast out, and disowned by his people. And after all this, after working many mighty miracles among the children of men, he shall be led, yea, even as Isaiah said, as a sheep before the shearer is dumb, so he opened not his mouth. Yea, even so he shall be led, crucified, and slain, the flesh becoming subject even unto death, the will of the Son being swallowed up in the will of the Father.”
While I have been waiting for my trials to end so I can get on with what I’m really here for, God has been exercising His own patience building me into the person He sees I can become. Maybe life isn’t a matter of waiting for the troubles to stop so we can serve. I used to look at the people who have it together and wish I could be like them, vowing to do great things once I had things together like they do. But now I wonder if those people, assuming they really do have it together, got it together during and not after their own personal trials. I wonder if they figured out things weren’t ever going to get better, but they could get better.
So how much patience does a guy really need? Sometimes God doesn’t just answer your question.
Sometimes He obliterates it.