29 Days of Living Well: BEAR FRUIT – PATIENCE
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.
This character trait has not been an easy one over the years, especially when it comes to relational and career desires. Most people know that I would give almost anything to live in New York City. Some people know that I wanted to be married by age 21. I refuse to write this piece of the devotional as if I’ve mastered patience. What I am learning about patience is how to couple this aspect of the fruit with practicing contentment. As I enter into my 29th year, I recognize that contentment has been found in some of the most unassuming places. When I learn how to be content, I learn how to better practice patience.
Contentment is found in my learning financial literacy and stewardship the hard way. I cannot imagine where I would be if the financial hardships I faced in my early twenties happened while I was living in New York City. Contentment is being grateful that I’ve learned that discipline when and where I did.
Contentment is found when I agree to keep my young niece at my house for an entire weekend. I won’t lie, every now and then my ovaries start speaking to me in a hidden language, but a weekend with a toddler will have you gladly handing them back to their parents and singing songs of thanksgiving.
Contentment is found in witnessing married couples firsthand, whether friends or watching the Black Love documentary. Hearing about the highs, the lows, and the oh hell no’s puts life into perspective. It challenges the idol I made of marriage. It also makes me recognize that the same patience I need to practice in waiting for marriage, is the same patience I’ll need in marriage – possibly ten times over!
Contentment is found in knowing that everything serves its purpose, even my angst. As difficult as it can be waiting for an earthly spouse, the tension is a great reminder about how I am waiting for the return of Christ. When the cost-of-living is too high; when cuffing season is on the horizon; when injustices don’t seem to get any better; when temptation seems daunting; I say, “Maranatha!” and remind myself that I am almost home.