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Patience Now

February 9, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

Patience.
I want it.

Now.

But it is precious produce
Sown in the soil of adversity.
Timid tendril
Uncurling
Pressing upward
Pruned
Protected
Warmed
Watered
Until the fullness of time.
His time.
And so I wait.
Now.

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self control . . .” Galatians 5:22-23

How does YOUR patience grow?

NOTE: This post is part of the Blog Carnival on PATIENCE. For more thoughts, visit One Word at a Time .

Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Heska King

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  1. Wylie @ Shout A Joyful Noise! says

    February 9, 2010 at 1:35 pm

    Ah, patiece & waiting… I blogged on this today as well!
    Wylie

  2. Sandra Heska King says

    February 9, 2010 at 2:55 pm

    Funny how that works!

  3. Glynn says

    February 9, 2010 at 3:56 pm

    How many times did He Himself say, "Not yet, it's not my time." We wait because He has us doing something important right now, and we wait because He's always preparing us for something. Good post.

  4. Bridget Chumbley says

    February 9, 2010 at 4:16 pm

    How does MY patience grow?

    Slowly… and sometimes, painfully.

    Thanks for this post, Sandra.

  5. Cherie Hill says

    February 9, 2010 at 7:19 pm

    Loved this…it was God whispering in my ear today…praying my spirit takes hold of it. My patience is truly grown through adversity…there's no doubt about that…which is probably why God allows it! 🙂
    In Him,
    Cherie

  6. Sandra Heska King says

    February 9, 2010 at 7:33 pm

    @Glynn: "Not yet. Not my time." So true! Thanks for the encouragement.

    @Bridget: I hear ya. Me, too. This was fun. Glad I found you.

    @Cherie: That's how it's worked for me. I don't know if there IS another way.

  7. M.L. Gallagher says

    February 10, 2010 at 1:38 am

    this:

    "But it is precious produce
    Sown in the soil of adversity."

    is perfect.

    I had to wait until the end of the day to get to the Carnival (patiently I might add).

    So glad I got to yours!

    Louise

  8. Sandra Heska King says

    February 10, 2010 at 9:02 am

    Thanks, Louise!

    I haven't gotten to the end yet.

  9. S. Etole says

    February 10, 2010 at 9:17 pm

    it's fruit in need of maturing …

  10. Sandra Heska King says

    February 10, 2010 at 10:07 pm

    But it takes so long! 😉

  11. Chantel says

    February 10, 2010 at 11:51 pm

    "slowly, painfully"- Ahh yes, isn't that it for the lot of us?
    It would be nice God handed out a Fruit of the Spirit timeline to post to the refrigerator (with one of those I-got-this-from-Aunt-Pat-for-christmas fruit basket magnets-ha!), then at least I'd have an IDEA of WHEN- *sighing impatiently

  12. Sandra Heska King says

    February 11, 2010 at 12:32 am

    Too funny, Chantel! Or how about one of those fruit-in-season charts? Of course, patience could appear more than once–like in December (waiting for Christmas), January (waiting for winter to be over) and June (waiting for vacation.)

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