Forgive me for getting a little “religious” on you today, but oh me oh my, I had an epiphany last night.
It wasn’t actually last night. It was this morning. Between the lovely hours of 1:00 and 4:00 am.
But then, I’ve never been very good with timing.
Okay, so it all started last night. I put the kids to bed, helped them say their prayers, and then hopped into the sack myself. I said my own prayer, and one of the things I prayed for was PATIENCE for the long night ahead of me. You see, Buddy Boy is sick, and I knew without a doubt that it was going to be rough.
So then, just after 1:00 this morning, he woke up with a coughing fit, couldn’t breathe, crying, begging for juice and milk, you know the drill. I did everything in my power to comfort him, and it worked to the extent that he eventually stopped screaming. He did not, however, stop KICKING ME. The poor kid couldn’t get comfy and landed a few good ones right into my stomach, gave me a few headbutts, and had me cursing quietly to myself.
Hello!!! How did I not realize this before? How did it take me 30+ years of living to catch on?
Our God is a wise one. We are SO blessed to have a Father in Heaven who answers our prayers with what we TRULY need. Rather than simply granting me a magical patience for that small amount of time, He provided me an opportunity in which to grow and better prepare MYSELF to gain a better and stronger patience…a gift that will not last for 2 hours, but for eternity.
It’s like the man who you give a fish to. He’s fed a day right? But you could also teach him to fish…you know the story.
So with this newfound discovery, I thought back to other times when I’ve prayed for patience. Or for inspiration. Or for strength. And you know what? My prayers were answered every time. Through struggle and challenge, and an opportunity to grow those virtues. What a fool I’ve been.
Short story long, I’ve decided to not pray for any virtues anymore, and things’ll be smooth sailing from here on out.
I will attempt to do a better job of recognizing answered prayers, and to be a little more grateful. You know, it’s amazing. Once I recognized that last night, suddenly the kicking wasn’t so bad. Til I woke up bruised.
I am especially grateful to be able to celebrate the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ each year. Christmas is beautiful and fun, and peaceful. I’m blessed to be able to truly understand the ‘reason for the season.’ And so to my blogging friends and dear readers, I hope and pray that YOUR Christmas is one filled with wonder, with love, and with harmony. Make yourselves some wonderful memories.