I’m not a patient person. I never pray for patience because I hate to wait. Patience is not a virtue.
My Husky, Mya, teaches me otherwise. Each day she waits on the staircase landing for Zorro to wake up and join her upstairs. She intently listens for him, cocks her head at the slightest sound. She faithfully remains put until he greets her. She waits with eager anticipation.
Isn’t that how I should respond to waiting, with hopeful expectation? Even when prayers take too long to answer? Shouldn’t I model Mya’s forbearance, and replicate her hope?
Oh, to recreate what this little dog teaches; patience in a new way. Enjoying each moment of the wait. Delighting in all the journey.
Tip of tail wags. Her patient heart yearns no longer. Her friend has come. She is joyous in the wait, and in the reunion.