DON’T LET IMPATIENCE
OVERWHELM YOU THIS HOLIDAY SEASON
With Christmas right
around the corner, I found myself with an overload of obligations, and not all
were imposed by others—several were obligations I put on myself. In the past, I
would have gotten severely stressed out, but not this time. I have a forgiving
and kind best friend, Jane, and so when I made batches of cookies, I could
leave more of a mess than normal, knowing I’d clean it all up later. In
wrapping packages, I could leave the scissors, tissue paper and tape on the
spare bed without worrying about it. I’ll put everything away later, and the
house will get back to normal. I have learned from the Lord to trust myself and
stay peaceful. I learned my lessons when Jane and I were missionaries in South
Africa: Impatience is a thief.
Jane and I waited for the
last bus out of downtown Johannesburg. We had just moved there from the States
to do missionary work, so I had my passport with me in a large purse I carried
at my side. It was dusk, and we were getting anxious to get back to our
friends’ house before nightfall. The bus should have been there already.
I was starting to worry,
“Did we miss it?” Jane answered, “I don’t think so, but maybe the buses don’t
run regularly, so I don’t know.” We waited longer. We were the only ones
waiting, which made it scarier because we didn’t have anyone to ask. What we
did next was really foolish.
Impatience prompted us to
move. We went down the street to another bus stop closer in the direction of
home. We waited there impatiently until we couldn’t take it anymore and we
moved down the street again. We did this three times, getting further and
further away from the more populated area. The sun was going down, and we were
getting more worried now—new country, unfamiliar ways, alone on an empty street,
and no bus in sight. Then Jane spotted a young black African man coming our
way.
He got about halfway down
the block and bolted toward us. Jane had seen him, but all I saw was a
blur. She jumped in front of me, grabbed me with both arms around
the middle, as I clutched my purse to my chest. The guy hesitated, then ran
past us. He stopped and continued to walk slowly down the street as if nothing
unusual had happened at all.
Jane gently loosened her
grip on me, and I relaxed my clenched fists, but my heart was still racing, and
we were both hyperventilating. When we settled down and started to breathe a
little easier, in quivering voices, we begged God to get the bus there soon.
In just a few minutes, it
pulled up—the very last bus leaving the city. For the next three years of
living in Johannesburg, we stayed much more alert and aware of our surroundings
and prayed about everything.
God wasn’t the one who
told us to move down to the next bus stop. We should have just stayed where we
were, but we let impatience drive us into trouble.
How many times have each
of us acted impatiently, recklessly setting out in the direction of our own
choosing, without really consulting the Lord? Proverbs 21:2 tells
us: “Every way of a man is right in his own eyes.” But Luke 21:19 tells
us: “In your patience possess ye your souls.” Patience stops to ask for the
Lord’s input and acts deliberately, not foolishly.
My impatience nearly got
my purse stolen, along with my money and passport. Impatience gets us to make
mistakes, waste time, get into arguments, and so many other things that we’re
sorry for later. Proverbs 20: 22 tells us: “Wait on the Lord, and he shall save
thee.” One important way He saves us is to give us His wisdom. Don’t be fretful
and hasty like we were. Wait on the Lord.
This incident was a marker
in my life and changed me on the inside. The impatience we experience around
the holidays may not be life-threatening, but it still exhibits the same
characteristics, stealing our peace, our time, and our good nature. It can
affect our health, our jobs, and our relationships, among other things. So let’s
be cognizant of the sneaky devil and take a deep breath with the Lord. God can
guide us through any stress with ease if we only ask and believe. Have a
wonderful Christmas.
Love, Carolyn
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