Life is good- my experiment with patience

Some people pray for good health, some people pray for good weather, and some people pray for safety, I pray for patience.  I know this may seem overly personal, you don’t need to know the subject of my prayers, but I came to this realization this week and as with most of life’s eureka moments I thought I would share.  In truth, I am not a patient person. I want things to be there when I want them. I want things to fall into place just because I want them to. I want to wake up one day and see my degree framed on the wall  and walk through my cute house and see my kids,  sometimes skipping all of the steps in between seem tempting. It isnt that I don’t enjoy the journey, it’s just that at times the journey is tiring, frustrating, and more than I think I can handle. This last week has been one of those overwhelming times. I thought I was going to slap someone on more than one occasion (hence the crying Diana), as I was sitting in one those situations I thought about how I could solve the problem. The answer wasn’t immediate, as in many of life’s overwhelming situations; I was distracted by things like traffic, hunger, and frustration, but after I calmed down a bit (not a lot, just a little bit). I remembered that prayer should have been the first thing on my mind. So these last few days I have experimented with this idea- as my blood pressure starts to rise I pray for patience, not understanding, not the ability to do things well, just patience. Patience with myself, with traffic, with school, with Brian, with the builder (although I am failing on that one), with my job and things have improved. My blood pressure is approaching normal levels, I no longer feel like crying or slapping anyone. Life is much better, the birds are singing, the sky is blue, life is good.