Patience is growing inside me
Like the children God brought into my world.
He set the in my living room,
At my table—
Helped me and my husband name them,
Games, books, stories,
How to walk the dog,
Build a lego tower,
Create a city to be explored in imagination.
Patience grows like seeds
We showed them how to plant,
Now blossoming before winter frost.
Patience is not a momentary gift, but seeing a person as myself—God-created, fellow seeker.Tweet This
Taking words, we choose most days to turn ourselves
Selfishness turning to dust,
Wiped clean like strawberry sticky syrup
From the counter.
I sigh and thank God for every drip of His patience for me.