Thanks to a great lesson at church today, I feel like I understand patience in a new way.
The times when we need patience occur as a natural result of something or someone not meeting our expectations.
So when we feel impatient, it's a good opportunity to examine our expectations.
Do we want to keep them? Have we communicated them effectively?
We may decide to drop our expectations if they are not serving us.
But when we want to keep our expectations, that's where patience comes in.
Sometimes I want to have high expectations for myself or my family because I believe in them and their potential.
But with high expectations comes some inevitable falling short as we learn to meet them.
I think high expectations are only useful if they're paired with high love. Which in this case looks like patience or acceptance of the inevitable falling short.