I realize it’s been longer than usual between posts and what a great time to discuss patience. I’m actually surprised at my ability to wait a week before blogging again, but in truth, I have been swamped.
Christian singer Francesca Battistelli reminds us all through her latest song, 
“This is the Stuff” that the little things we perceive as messes and the rushing around we do as people can often be the times when God teaches us to slow down and have patience.
For me, the worst is getting behind someone traveling under the speed limit on roads where passing is impossible. I tend to have a bit of road rage (not proud) and often have to remind myself that there is a reason why I’m behind this person… because it’s where God wants me to be. Do I always then turn my frustration into cheers? No. But I take a deep breath and try to remember that I’ll get there when I get there.
We live in a world where instant gratification is at the heart of nearly everything. We want what we want, when we want it and without complication or interruption. Whether it’s a new car, a pay raise, a better job, a husband or wife, children or something else, many individuals don’t want to have to “wait for it.” After all, waiting is the hardest, right?
From my experience, the waiting may initially be harder, but it’s most often worth it because when we rush or are less careful more mistakes can be made, more accidents can happen and more lives can be ruined. I mean, how many times have we heard others say, “I didn’t take the time to think about what I wanted to do; I just did it and now I regret my decision…” It happens.
I encourage you today to take that extra second to think or take that extra minute to get to your destination. In the process, use that second/minute to consider how it may be just what you need rather than assuming it will be detrimental to what you are trying to accomplish.
Until next time…
This Side of the Creek 
Hi MC…
You hit upon the difference between horse power and horsepower.
A rider and her horse can go from Hillsboro to the Rocky Fork area in about a leisurely hour. She spends that hour feeling the air and smelling the land and hearing the birds and watching the creeks and communicating with her horse and waving to passersby. If she goes at night she can enjoy watching the creep of the stars and the Moon and making a game of trying to identify the night sounds. Did she waste he time or did she savor all of her minutes like drops of precious, irreplaceable wine ?
A driver can go from Hillsboro to Cincinnati in about an hour. She spends that hour watching the traffic and the signs that tell her how far she has to go and where to turn and how fast to go and where the edge of the road is and which 15-ft. lane to be in. If she goes at night she has to focus even more intently upon the signs and the lights and the traffic and the roads. Did she save her time or does she spend it as a captive in a little cubicle wasting her minutes at 70mph?
A wise man once said “Patience is a virtue” and I added, gifted only upon a few.
I love that Roy. It seems to be so true. Thanks for reading!