Have you ever been in a prayer meeting or bible study and someone praying says out loud, “Lord, please give me (or worse yet, us) patience?” If so then you have heard the collective gasp or groan. Especially if it is “give us…”. Don’t pray that on me! I’m joking. Sort of.
The last couple weeks I have been memorizing scripture and studying/researching the fruit of the spirit and let me tell you what: I have never felt so impatient, unloving, with so little self-control in my entire life. This morning I headed across town, two counties actually cuz we live in the country, and every driver had forgotten that driving the actual speed limit is recommended. And just down-right polite. Finally getting to the cut-through road to the main road, I found myself stuck behind two cars and a huge hay cutting type piece of machinery that took up 3/4 of the two lane double yellow-lined road. One brave person finally went around. As a sat behind the car between me and farm machinery, I decided to go around them both at the same second the car in front of me did. Long story short: neither of us got around the machinery. Mr. Farmer finally turned off half a mile shy of the end of the road. That was 4.7 miles of 10 mph speed. I arrived for my chiropractor appointment in plenty of time and even if I had been late, they are super flexible so it wasn’t an issue other than I made it an issue. On the way back, same road, I got behind a car going 20 miles under the speed limit and when I finally came to a passing zone, they sped right up to try to keep up with me so I couldn’t pass them. What. The. Heck. FYI, our truck has a very large Hemi engine and I left that car eating my dust but why? Why?
I’ll tell you why. Patience. Stress. Anger. They go hand-in-hand with me. Which is why I thought it was hilarious that God has been telling me to do some writing on the fruit of the spirit. I’m not a patient person. I have little to no self-control at the best of times. I love big but I also hold people up to high expectations of loving me big when I am at my worst. It all makes sense. This writing about the fruit of the spirit. He knows I need to work at these things. And you know what? The fruit of the spirit actually means that if I love God and have the indwelling Holy Spirit within me, the natural result of that indwelling is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. So really, it isn’t a patience and self-control issue I have; it is a loving Jesus with all my heart, soul, and strength issue. Figuring that out is the key to all the other issues I am struggling with.
I did tell God that I am good now that I figured it all out and I don’t need to do the memorizing, studying, researching, and writing on the fruit of the Holy Spirit.
So, you know, back to memorizing, studying, researching, and writing on the fruit of the Holy Spirit and what it means to love God with all my heart, soul, and strength.
PS. We are taking the boat out this afternoon. It is absolutely gorgeous on the lake today and I promise to spend part of the time praising Jesus for a few of the million miracles He has blessed me with. Might even share a pic or two so keep an eye on my social media tonight.