Patience

On my way to work this morning I was thinking about patience. Comcast, a phone/TV/internet provider advertises their high speed internet with a turtle couple called the Slowskys, who much prefer dial-up and loading bars: “Throw away the clock.” Turtles are slow. They live a long time, too. Why should they hurry?

Then again, why should we? Even if we only live seventy seven years, for what are we rushing? I thought about what things make me impatient. My conclusion is that whichever things they are, however important and dear to my desires, they are not what my life is about. God gave me life to glorify Him and spread the word about Him.

If everything I did was with that underlying or over-lying motive, I suspect my patience level would be huge. And I would be satisfied and fulfilled in my life. Maybe all this discontent is because I’m not doing that for which God created me. As Mark Schultz wrote, “I think I am running just to catch myself.” What if I stopped running to catch myself?

Speaking of throwing clocks away, I only looked at mine once on my way to work, and usually it’s at every stoplight, as I judge whether I’m on schedule to be at work on time. I made it.

To God be all glory.