Learning to be Patient

Things happen. I wish I could explain them, but I can't. All I know is that through our trials we are taught to be patient and to rely on Him. We have to be willing to take His hand and walk any unfamiliar path He takes us down, knowing WELL that He is right there holding our hand and leading us to where we need to be.

Sometimes that's a scary thing to do!

Comments

Darrell and Alissa said…
I really don't like learning patience, and I don't like anything that worries or scares me.... it's not a pretty thing in our house when either of those things are happening!
Is your family ok- what brought on this post?
May 22, 2010 at 12:00 PM
Larae Taylor Merritt said…
Just a few things. Dustin's job, pay cuts, things I want , but can't have!
May 22, 2010 at 9:54 PM
Natalie said…
Hang in there Larae! All for our own good. These things aren't just for us, but to help our kids learn as well. Alan and I are both so grateful for the challenges we faced with our families growing up. The struggle is to teach our own children those same lessons so they can be happy when things get tough when they are older. You're an incredible mom, and I know that your kids are learning priceless things from you!
May 23, 2010 at 8:42 AM
Kristin said…
I really admire your attitude--it could get you thru anything. I hope things get better soon!
May 23, 2010 at 1:36 PM
ChicChat said…
You must have been inspired to write that. I think "Patience" is the hardest, but most valuable lesson I have learned through my trials. Thank. Love YOU!
May 23, 2010 at 6:11 PM
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