Impatience is my Middle Name

So here's the thing: I'm not a process-loving gal. I want a result, and I want it fast. I've told my friends that impatience is my middle name; and though this is often a weakness, it can also be a strength. My impatience drives me to get things done, get results & finish a project asap. If I have an idea, my turn-around time of idea-to-product is always as short as possible. If I see something that needs to get done, I get it done STAT. It's in my blood.

But here's the downside: God puts me through processes. Enjoying those processes has to be the most sanctifying challenge for me, just about ever.

When God puts my family through a trial, I'm always looking towards the end result of that trial, hollering from the back seat "are we there yet??"

Although I like to view each challenge and trial as a sanctification process that will draw me closer to my Lord, my impatience often sneaks in from behind and whispers impatient thoughts.
"Come on already, haven't I waited long enough? I'm ready to see the result!!"

Yep, that's me. Impatience is my middle name.

Now here's where it gets complicated: when my Dad tells me that I need to learn to enjoy the process, I get impatient with myself to finally get the hang of this whole "enjoying the process" thang.

Like I said, it's in my blood.

...And then God stoops down to whisper in my ear:

"To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven..."

Charlotte, I've got this. I AM the great I AM. My timing is perfect. Sit back and enjoy the ride.

And, just like a fussy baby suddenly cradled up in the loving arms of her Father, my restless heart falls back asleep.

This makes me reflect on just how much of a babe I am in my faith. But then what do I do with that realization? Get impatient to finally get to toddler, nay, adult stage?

Nope. God will take care of getting me there. I just need to stay humble, and keep on praying.

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Thanks for reading my rambling thoughts today. I needed to get some stuff off my chest, and am blessed by those of you who read and resonate with my restless heart. Love ya!