READ : James 5:7
Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth . . . until it receives the early and the late rains. (5:7)
God is teaching me patience in my work as a mom through my five-year-old son.
I know God made this ever-moving child for his glory. But in our household, basic table manners are a must. This is where I’m learning patience. I have told my son approximately 5,982 times to “eat with your mouth closed” and “wait to talk until your mouth is empty.”
Recently I resorted to the unthinkable: “No dessert if I have to remind you to use your manners.” I’d love to report a miraculous turnaround of his behavior following my ultimatum. But I’d be lying. It takes time to change.
Through all this God is showing me the extent of his patience in my life. He is the potter, I am the clay; and he is not finished with me yet. Areas in my life need refiguring, and while he is patient, forgiving, and loving, he is also always urging me on to be more like him.
Someday, when my son wants to impress a girlfriend, I know he’ll be grateful he can eat a meal with her parents and not look and sound like a barbarian.
And someday, when I am face to face with my Redeemer, I know I will feel so grateful that he didn’t give up on the areas in my life that need his gentle correction.
Dear Lord, please give me patience with others today as you are patient with me.