And then I read, posted on a big yellow peice of paper at my desk,
Thanks Piper. I can always count on you to smack me when I need it.
I praise God that His patience never gets impatient. My patience always seems to run out, wear thin and fall apart. Truly, I dare say, what I call patience in myself it is not patience at all. I have no idea what real patience is like. Real patience can only be found in God Himself. All other displays of temporary acceptance of one's circumstance is immitation to the real thing.
God's patience has put up with trillions of me-like sinners for thousands of years. He endures my doubts, sins, unbelief and STILL gave me life this morning. He is patient with me as I question, complain, am ungrateful and demand my way. What kind of PATIENCE is that?