I went out to “grandma’s garden” to gather some catnip for Nellie. And I saw this pansy. I don’t recall it being there before. Perhaps Sylvia planted it when I wasn’t looking? Or maybe I just forgot. That’s probably the more likely case.
The title for this post is taken from a newsletter from missionary friends that are serving in the middle east. Here is what they said:
Patience isn’t the ability to wait
but the ability to have a good attitude while waiting.
That tiny snippet is an excellent reminder. At least it is for me. Once I make a decision, I’m ready to spring into action. That’s not always the smartest thing to do. Fortunately, I have Sylvia to help moderate my impulsiveness.
I missed her today when I met with Paul, our financial adviser. I’m supposed to tell her that he insists she be present at our next meeting. I got a bit carried away with word games during our conversation.
Pansies and violas have a tendency to self-seed. That’s what I love about them—they pop up in the most unexpected places. I leave them be….I like their surprise element.
We are leaving it alone. It’s such a happy surprise to find those happy colors in what is otherwise a sea of green. 😎
Perfect definition of patience; Lord, perfect it in me.
See Romans 5:3 :think:
I laughed at the end. Sounds like Sylvia is the ying to your yang. 🙂
The pansy is pretty.
We tend to think of it more in the terms of we complete one another. Which is as it should be. Right?
I like that pansy surprise. :clap: