“My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.” James 1:2-4
I’m a girl’s girl!
I’m all for sisterhood. Girl bosses. Female entrepreneurs reshaping their communities.
I’m all for supporting women chasing after their God-given dreams.
But the one her I really, really don’t like? The her that’s written about in the Epistle of James.
If you’re like me, you’ve sat through your share of sermons on patience. You’ve heard time and time again about the importance of waiting and waiting well.
Between the two of us though, I’ve yet to master either skill.
“So let’s not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don’t give up.” Galatians 6:9
You’re right there!
You’re doing great. Just keep pushing!
After being pregnant for what felt like an eternity it was finally time for my new little one to make his grand entrance to the world.
Over and over the nurses, doctor and my husband kept telling me to push. From their angle they saw how close I was to giving birth.
They saw the complete picture, while all I could do was take them at their word.
Have you ever seen the Snickers commercials? You know the ones from the “You’re Not You When You’re Hungry” campaign? Well, that’s exactly how I am when life gets stressful and I am feeling completely overwhelmed.
When things in my world get too chaotic, I’m no where near to being a sweetly saved, compassionate, and caring person.
Family, friends, co-workers, even strangers – they all get my I just want to be left alone, passive aggressive cold shoulder.
That is until the Holy Spirit pulls me back from morphing into someone I am not proud of.
“But you are to be perfect, even as your Father in heaven is perfect.” Matthew 5:48
I can never polish my nails as nicely as they do at the nail salon.
Maybe it’s because of the awkward angles I have to paint from. Maybe it’s because this is what they do every single day. Or maybe it’s because I’m just too heavy handed when it comes to the applications.
Either way there’s always a big difference when I DIY my nails versus going to get them professionally done.
Don’t get me wrong, from a distance, you can’t really tell the difference.
When I do my own nails, they’re decent enough to get compliments from others. But when I take a close up look, I can always spot the imperfections.
The closer I examine my paint job, the more over the lines, smudging, and uneven polish I see.
But isn’t that like our walk with Christ?