“Good things come in small packages.”
“Fish and guests both stink after three days.”
“Subprime mortgages are evil.”
“Patience is a virtue.”
Each of these expressions has some level of truth–some more than others (and some are more ‘old addages’ than others), but the sentiments expressed within them have an air of “I-learned-this-the-hard-way-so-pay-attention.” But the one that has always irritated me most is ‘Patience is a virtue.’ Admittedly, that’s because patience is a virtue that can only be learned by waiting… by trusting… by hoping…
Sarah and I have been waiting.
We’ve cried out to heaven for some sense of ‘what’s next?’ and the answer seems to have been, ‘Wait for it.’
Sunday will be my last day as pastor at Carlisle Wesleyan. And after that? We dunno. We’re waiting.
I wish patience was a gift given at the beginning of life. But my guess is: it’s a virtue earned throughout life.