One fabulous Thinker

Have you ever felt like your prayers were being answered the wrong way? I remember praying for patience as if it were a small request. "God, help me be more patient," I said casually, almost as an afterthought. But almost immediately, patience was being tested in every area of my life at once. At work, deadlines don't care how tired you are. In motherhood, little ones need you even when you have nothing left to give. In marriage, the person closest to you sometimes sees the worst of you. Even at church, the place you go to be filled, you can walk out feeling more depleted than when you walked in. No corner of life doesn't test you. Patience, God. Did you actually hear me? Everything felt like a trap. Like I'd prayed for something, and God had handed me exactly the opposite. But somewhere in the middle of it, I noticed something. The frustration wasn't punishment. It was an opportunity. An invitation to exercise patience, not as a personality trait but as a fru...