Love is Patient
I have seriously learned patience during the long, slow recuperation from this stroke (except with wheelchair, I like to go fast. Get out of my way!) Everything takes time and it is not a speedy thing. There have been times I’ve had to wait and wait on my help and myself. (Try eating with your non-dominant hand!) My recovery is going to take time. Patience seems like a trait only the saints have. But patience can be acquired by anyone. It only takes understanding. You must understand the other person and what they are experiencing. Patience is not thinking of yourself. How you act and what you do while you’re waiting defines you. Do you huff and puff and growl under your breath while you wait? Or do you just do something else to kill time (multi-task) and show some simple understanding? (That’s what smart phones are for!) I know there may be times that your schedule is crunched, and your patience is pushed to the limit. This is the time you need to re-evaluate your habits, or perhaps wake up earlier. There are emergencies that are unforeseeable (last-minute projects or reset alarm clocks,) but usually those times that increase your blood pressure can be avoided with a little planning and preparation. Patience can additionally be shown to those in need through love with long suffering. Lending a helping hand is not usually a quick notion. Those who give me love and service are so incredibly patient. I appreciate it so much!