“The Christian life is not a series of 100-yard sprints; it is like a cross-country race. It’s a long obedience in the same direction.”
– Alistair Begg
I realized long ago that I’m not a very patient person. I sometimes wonder if it has something to do with the era I’ve spent my teens and adulthood; a world of ever-increasing instant gratification, from my first home computer, to the Netflix available in my pocket on my phone.
The truth is, impatience is just human nature. Sinful human nature. We want what we want when we want it. God, on the other hand, calls us to be longsuffering (Galatians 5:22)… patient.
Thankfully, I’ve seen God working on this in me over the last couple of years. I find I’m more patient with certain situations and with other people than I used to be. Don’t mistake me; I still lose my patience sometimes, but there’s growth.
As I’ve become more patient in some aspects, I’ve noticed something interesting. Other than the printer at my office (which causes me to have to do breathing exercises at least once a week when it spits my papers all over… out of order… ugh) I lose my patience the most with myself.
It’s mostly when I don’t feel like I’m learning something fast enough or well enough. When I don’t reach the goal as quickly as I want, or things are harder than I expected.
The impatience manifests itself as frustration. Not at the situation, but with myself. That frustration can be discouraging. In its worst instances it has caused me to give up.
Realizing this has been eye-opening. I see it now, and recognize it for what it is. I have to remind myself that nothing worth doing is done quickly or easily. Whether it be writing a novel, learning a language, or growing spiritually. It takes time, dedication, and patience. And I pray that God continues to work this flaw out of me, and replace it with his patience.