Never ask God to teach you patience. This advice was given to me on many seperate occasions, but, being rather impatient, I kept praying for God to teach it to me. DUH Talk about learning lessons the hard way.

One good thing has come out of this constantly re-taught lesson. The more I am forced to sit and be still and wait upon the Lord, the more I am learning to trust Him. This was not what I thought I needed to work on. Of course, God sees me better than I see myself, and He knows just what areas of my being need the work.

I remember counselling one gal that when she asked for healing, God was not necessarily going to heal what she thought He would. He knew the intricities of her being, and knew far better than she did, what needed healing. Well, talk about eating my own words/practice what you preach/a lesson in verbal gravity! My very wise words have come back to me. Hopefully, I will listen and learn from them, just as the gal I counselled did.

Which leads me to wonder why, if I can come up with such wise words for others, do I tend to be a total idiot when it comes to counselling myself? While I am running here and there, all willy-nilly with no rhymn or reason, where are my calming thoughts, and God purposed words? MAN!

So, here I sit, waiting. Trying, ever so hard, to be patient and wait for God's timing. Will I be moving, once again? Will a contract open up for me right here? Will I be able to find housing if I am to move? How will I get all of my stuff packed, and who will help me, if I am to move? Once I get where I am going, who is going to help me unload from the truck? How will I afford the cost of moving? And, one million and a half other "while I am being patient" questions that keep me awake until the wee hours of the night.

Okay, so I don't have this patience thing down pat, yet. And, I must admit, that I need to work a bit harder on the trust issues, as well. Still, I am trying, and I am willing to change. That stands in my favor, I figure. Just like the alcoholic who can't really be helped until he/she recognizes that he/she has a problem. Well, I recognize that I have a problem, and am patiently waiting for God to fix it. ha ha ha

For now, I am finding that while I wait, I can at least go through my home and reduce the clutter. This should help with the volume I will have to deal with if I move, as well as making my home less stressful, and a whole lot neater.

So, until I get my marching orders, (or my staying put orders) here I am working on patience. How patient do you feel today?

Be blessed, my dear ones. Know that God loves you, just the way you are. In fact, He loves you far too much to leave you that way! ROFL

Love in Christ, Jude