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!


  1. True, true. Same with me. And I always love to hear your "ramblings on" anytime of the day. ;)

    Hadassah <3

  2. Spoken like true type 3. ;) I completely understand your impatience, and need for results. My brother is a type 3, and he is the exact same way- my mom and sister are also t3's and my secondary is type 3.