Snapp secret.... I'm not as mature as my wrinkles. My wrinkles tell time, and they show that I smile a lot, raise my eyebrows in excitement a lot, and am confused more often than I'd like to admit. I am getting old. According to my obgyn when I am pregnant I will be a geriatric pregnant person. And I agree, after all, my ovarian reserves are the same as someone in their mid forties.
I should be very mature at this point. Very wise. Very patient. And probably some more words I can't think of right now. But instead I'm sitting here sewing little pumpkins praying to God to make me patient right this second. He needs to hurry up and make me patient right now, because I am not patient enough to wait for this quality and skill to mature. I'm not patient enough to wait on patience.
My lack of patience is driving my stress hormones through the roof. These little pumpkins I'm sewing take so long. Making babies takes so long. Paying off a mortgage takes so long. And at 37 my lack of patience turns me into my own worse enemy.
My lack of patience makes me give up on projects easily. Want to sell my house and move into an apartment. Give up on having children and travel the world instead. It makes me give up on things that I need and want the most.
So, I pray to God. "God, make me patient right this second. Not tomorrow, not next week. Right now. Thank you amen."
God unsurprisingly does not listen to my prayer. God is teaching me patience. And between you and me reader, God has been trying to give me this lesson for 37 years and I've always walked out on his teachings. But not this time. This time I'm going to force myself to stick with these things and not give up.
This time I'm going to chill out and learn to slowly grow patience. So stay tuned to this blog because eventually I will get these darn pumpkins finished and will be posting a beautiful pumpkin quilt. And instead of love this quilt will have been sewn with patience.
Lindsay Snapp
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