Those who are patient have great understanding...
As I opened my bedroom door this morning,
I found a empty chocolate pudding cup,
laying in front of me,
on the floor.
I took a deep breath and tried to be patient.
When I wanted to rush through school with Bethany because,
I had a house to clean,
I reminded myself to be patient.
As I scraped off the thick bright blue toothpaste Joseph smeared over the sink,
I asked for God to give me patience.
While I was cleaning more filth off the floor,
than the toilet itself,
I prayed I'd be a patient mother.
At the end of this day,
when more things are left on my To Do list than off,
I am realizing this,
What would my life be like if I always had patience?
always filled with patience.
Maybe I would've stopped and smiled at seeing that pudding cup.
Thanking God for my hungry little boy,
instead of sighing in frustration.
I would be happy that my children have the ability and initiative to brush their own teeth,
that they aren't afraid to get dirty.
I would've reminded myself how glad I am not to have to change big kid diapers anymore. Being happy to clean the floor instead.
I would be filled with contentment and satisfaction at the end of my day,
knowing I achieved so many thing that weren't on my To Do list.
Things that are more important.
Like playing and hugging my children.
Like taking the time to teach Bethany how to read her first word.
Life is really very simple, I am the one who makes it all complicated.
I lose focus of the things that really matter. My children, their hearts and their minds.
If I had more patience,
I would be
slow to speak
slow to anger
speak more kindly
look into my children's eyes
not rush them
when they speak
quick to listen
more focused on what really matters
right this minute
I want more patience tomorrow than today