{"id":671,"date":"2012-07-31T00:03:39","date_gmt":"2012-07-31T05:03:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/?p=671"},"modified":"2016-11-03T00:28:13","modified_gmt":"2016-11-03T05:28:13","slug":"patience-have-patience","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/2012\/07\/31\/patience-have-patience\/","title":{"rendered":"Patience, Have Patience"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Anyone remember Quigley’s Village? Danny Lion and his sister, Lemon? Singing that song?<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Patience, have Patience? Obviously, some children learn better than their mothers!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0I received a specific message I know God meant for me to read yesterday. His gentle reminder that He knew where I was the day before and the place of patience was not its name. With a very curious crawling 8-month old grandson (think greased up bowling ball with a thousand limbs and nowhere to grasp on- he weighs 25 pounds!) and the very (every day is a party waiting to happen, and limits, what limits?) 6-year old granddaughter.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I was convicted.<\/span>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>No,<\/span><\/em>\u00a0not just convicted<\/span><\/em>.<\/span><\/em><\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I was waylaid, ambushed, smitten, yea, struck down by a statement of Ann Voskamp\u2019s in one of her blog posts that I just\u00a0happened<\/span><\/em>\u00a0to read<\/strong>:\u00a0{Now is not an emergency to rip through, but a moment to embrace with gratitude.}<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I think I’ve spent most every waking moment of my life living like it\u00a0WAS<\/span><\/span><\/strong>\u00a0an emergency to rip through.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It was tough! Not enough sleep for several days and a road trip in the days leading up to it created a physical exhaustion which limited my ability to be kind when it was most needed, and I was counting the hours til i could collapse. I\u2019m sorry kids!<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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God used her words to truly point out, in the kindest fashion, what the problem is- I gave up praying for patience years ago, decided that the only way I was going to get through the tough stuff was endurance- just get me through it, Lord, I don’t care how. And He answered me. I did. I had endurance and I got through a LOT OF STUFF. Just tucked in and trudged through the mire and mud.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0Now- \u201cOuch, that velvet hammer on the head hurts, Lord!\u201d- I realize that is exactly why I need to pray for patience in the here and now! Yes, I feel like dirt, had NO patience with the darling granddaughter (duh, of course, if you don’t ask for it….). So, I pick myself up off the disastered floor from the day before yesterday and move forward and press on.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Toward Patience which is really Love by another name!<\/span><\/p>\n

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Ok, I\u2019m slow.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I get it now.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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About time.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Some lessons take a lifetime to learn!<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Thanks, Lord! For meeting me where I am.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Love<\/span><\/em><\/strong>\u00a0is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.\u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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1 Corinthians 13:4<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Anyone remember Quigley’s Village? Danny Lion and his sister, Lemon? Singing that song? Patience, have Patience? Obviously, some children learn better than their mothers!\u00a0 \u00a0I received a specific message I know God meant for me to read yesterday. His gentle reminder that He knew where I was the day before and the place of patience … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-671","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/671","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=671"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/671\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":672,"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/671\/revisions\/672"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=671"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=671"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=671"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}