Tag: Patience

Waiting For Hope

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Probably my favorite passage from Mrs. Charles Cowman’s Streams in the Desert – July 26

For we through the Spirit by faith wait for the hope of righteousness  – Galatians 5:5

There are times when things look very dark to me–so dark that I have to wait even for hope. It is bad enough to wait in hope. A long-deferred fulfillment carries its own pain, but to wait for hope, to see no glimmer of a prospect and yet refuse to despair; to have nothing but night before the casement and yet to keep the casement open for possible stars; to have a vacant place in my heart and yet to allow that place to be filled by no inferior presence–that is the grandest patience in the universe. It is Job in the tempest; it is Abraham on the road to Moriah; it is Moses in the desert of Midian; it is the Son of man in the Garden of Gethsemane. There is no patience so hard as that which endures, “as seeing him who is invisible”; it is the waiting for hope.

Thou hast made waiting beautiful; Thou has made patience divine. Thou hast taught us that the Father’s will may be received just because it is His will. Thou hast revealed to us that a soul may see nothing but sorrow in the cup and yet may refuse to let it go, convinced that the eye of the Father sees further than its own.

Give me this Divine power of Thine, the power of Gethsemane. Give me the power to wait for hope itself, to look out from the casement where there are no stars. Give me the power, when the very joy that was set before me is gone, to stand unconquered amid the night, and say, “To the eye of my Father it is perhaps shining still.” I shall reach the climax of strength when I have learned to wait for hope.  –George Matheson

Strive to be one of those–so few–who walk the earth with ever-present consciousness–all mornings, middays, star-times–that the unknown which men call Heaven is “close behind the visible scene of things.”

 

The Plight of the Hare

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We all know the story of the tortoise and the hare. The cocky hare races boldly and confidently ahead of the single-minded tortoise. The hare, resting on his unwon laurels, takes some detours; he has a lot of time — that tortoise isn’t gonna catch up with him anytime soon. While the hare is off track, the tortoise, even at his slow pace, manages to win the race, much to the hare’s chagrin.

My sister and I represent each of these characters: I, the hare and she, the tortoise. I am always looking for shortcuts, for the quick way of doing things. She, on the other hand, is a plodder — meticulous, methodical — subsequently, slow. It was quite an experience when we would go grocery shopping together. There was a time in her life when she was on a strict budget, and I had some extra dough. I had gone with her when she would shop for the entire month — it would take a long time. The time she spent in the produce section alone was enough time for me to get all the stuff I needed. By her thorough meticulousness, she was able to stretch her $200 food budget from one end of the month to the other. Me — I was like Wimpy, like the shirt she gave me this past Christmas — “I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today!”

As fast as I was to start something, like the hare, I rarely finished. Linda would finish everything regardless of how long it would take her. She is a patient gardener who grows incredible pumpkins every year; I get excited when the tomato plant sprouts, but I do not have her kind of patience that sees the plant to fruition. My plants die.

In the past, I prided myself on my ability to do things fast. I always thought that was a good quality; but deep down, I was and am still envious of my sister’s ability to continue one project and see it through.

Now that life has dealt its cards, I find myself in circumstances that push me to be a plodder, to be a tortoise. I am happy and wise enough to know that an opportunity is just what I need; but, honestly, I am terrified that it just isn’t in me to be focused on one thing for a long period of time. My friend posted this quote by Eddie Rickenbacker on her Facebook the day I had to make a very hard decision, a decision I was afraid to make: “Courage is doing what you’re afraid to do. There can be no courage unless you’re scared.” That quote encouraged me that I can do this, this decision that required the persistence of a tortoise.

Another one of my hare-like qualities was spending my money quickly. One of my resolutions this year was to be more focused, more tortoise-like with my spending, and try to foresee my needs instead of just burning through what I think is extra dough. I am proud to announce that I made it to the end of the month without running out of toilet paper, soap, shampoo and toothpaste. Yay!!

So here I sit, a frustrated hare, a tortoise wannabe, but one with a slow growing hope. How does a hare become a tortoise?? I will tell you as soon as I find out!!