I find myself doing it all the time. Someone will come up to me at work and ask some kind of silly question, and after they leave, I'm thinking "That *#@?*. Can't they see I'm busy? I get so tired of that stuff." And then, moments later, I'm kicking myself for my lack of patience.
Today I'm working in the cooler, and suddenly several boxes that were in the doors are falling where someone outside had pushed them back. Now I'm standing there with 3 or 4 boxes scattered on the floor. To say that I was livid is an understatement. I'm mentally calling that member every name in the book. As I'm putting the boxes back, the door opens and standing outside is the member. "Sorry" he says. It only takes a moment for me to realize that he's mentally challenged. Man,do I feel bad!
"That is God telling me again to be more patient," I said to myself.
I don't know why I have so little patience. It bugs me that I have such a quick temper. I really do work on trying to correct this part of my personality. One thing that I pray for constantly is divine help to be more easy-going and less judgmental And I guess it's better than it used to be, but still! It absolutely drives me up a wall that I can be so immature.
This past Sunday was the baptism of our pastor's infant daughter. They also had a service for everybody, a Renewal of Your Baptism type thing. There was a lot of talk about how everyone is special. They had a bowl of water-smoothed stones there for everybody to take one, as a constant reminder. So I'm carrying it with me all the time, hoping that it may be an influence on me. Every time I feel that patience slipping, I rub the stone to remind myself to calm down and relax. We'll see how it goes. Two days isn't a large enough sample size!
(Sorry if this is a boring post. I'm writing to get it off my chest. Maybe if I force myself to see it out in the light of day, that may help me learn how to manage this flaw.)
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