I strive to consider myself a patient person, able to take all matters in my stride, not freaking when things don't go as I hoped for. All through the day, however, God throws these tests out to me to see how I will handle them. I can honestly say, that too many times, I don't do so well. My patience does not react half as fast as my human instincts. Oh God, when will I learn to change my attitude? I had a great oppertunity, just today as I was out shoveling the driveway. A couple doors down were three teens, shoveling also, and kabitzing among themselves. The F word sprung form their mouths as natural as breathing. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stick out and attempted to not hear their comments but it was impossible. Anger and contempt bubbled up from deep inside me, no matter how hard I tried to control myself. Worse yet, I knew I should have gone over and tried to plant the seeds of the Gospel in them, but being the wretch I am, I resigned myself to the conclusion that they were going to turn their wrath on me and kept my mouth shut. I chickened out for fear of persecution. I dropped my cross in the snow and ambled back into the safety and quiet of my home. Lord, please forgive my sins.
