Is Patience a Virtue?

If so, I'm screwed.

I'm so glad having the virtue of patience is not a requirement to get into heaven. Or any of the fruits of the Spirit for that matter. Because, let's be honest, I'm probably lacking a few of those as well. Peace? Forget about it. Self control? Have you seen me in a bookstore?? Nope.

This ordeal with securing an apartment and getting approved has been a nightmare. I, a nearly thirty year old woman, actually called my mom and cried about it yesterday. Yes, CRIED. I just checked my call log; I called my mother four times yesterday. Ugh. Do I get my "strong independent woman" card revoked?

How does my mom do it? How does she soothe my soul with just her voice? How do her prayers seem closer to God's ears than my own? How does she put on make-up EVERY DAY and take care of her children and lead a Bible study and her own floral arranging business and still answer four phone calls a day (if not more) from a daughter who just wants to hear her voice? The woman is Superwoman, I gotta tell ya.

As for me, I'm trying to see this stage as an opportunity to rely on the Lord. If this apartment comes through (and SOON), I'll know it's through nothing that I did. I'll know the people I have around me celebrating and groaning and holding me up are gifts from God.

Misery might love company but so does JOY. And WHEN we find our place to live, I'll remember all the people who stood by in the waiting.