Tenacity Isn’t Genetic

PATIENCE IS HARD EARNED (fiction)

Me:
I seem to be lacking the tolerance I need. Waiting in a grocery store line up is okay. Waiting for a prescription to be filled isn’t too bad. Waiting to hear back from a publisher is ridiculous. I can hardly stand it.

Jesus:
You do lack patience. You couldn’t even wait out nine months to be born.

Me:
Don’t get me wrong, Jesus, I am not asking for patience. I did that once. It wasn’t pretty.

Jesus:
Trials are not festive, nor is a hurried spirit joyful.

Me:
It’s hard to have joy inside when I keep getting disappointed day after day—because the wait was supposed to be six months…ish, I guess. It is only the seventh, though, isn’t it? I guess I am impatient. I am confident they’ll let me know either way. They let my friend know. It was a no, but they got back to her. When, though?

Jesus:
Everything happens for a reason, everything has its own time. A hurried spirit loses hope.

Me:
I haven’t completely lost hope. But I’m getting irritated.

Jesus:
You are a measure beyond having good faith in me. We can determine your patience further.

Me:
Isn’t that what we’re doing now?

Jesus:
That is what I am doing now. You are preoccupied with negative thoughts.

Me:
Oh. Okay, so how am I supposed to just get more faith about this?

Jesus:
Be farsighted about the eventual outcome. I said I would help you. Do you trust me?

Me:
Yeah, but…

Jesus:
Do you trust me?

Me:
I do, it’s just that…

Jesus:
Do you trust me?

Me:
Okay, you’re right. You’ve taken me through a lot. I just have to wait.

Jesus:
And trust while you wait. Your endurance is being built upon. I know your needs now and for the future. Do you not have an appointment is a half hour?

Me:
Oh! Yes I do! Thanks for reminding me. I’ll talk to you later.

Jesus:
I’ll always be here. I love you.

Me:
Aw, I love you, too. Thanks for making me feel better.

Jesus:
Anytime, Little Lamb. Have a good appointment~

© Lynn P. Penner, 2015