Village idiot

I have written about patience more than once in WFTD because it seems to be my nemesis. This morning was no exception. I woke up tired which is always a bad sign. I got dressed and could not find my leather maroon belt which matches my leather maroon shoes. I looked all of the usual places and it simply was not to be found.

Well now I’m beginning to lose patience. Usually when something is missing my wife is the culprit. In an admittedly accusatory tone I not so politely asked her what “she” had done with my maroon leather belt. She fired back that she does not wear men’s belts and had no idea what I might have done with “my” belt. She suggested that perhaps I should look for it on my belt and tie rack.

I retorted, “What kind of answer is that? Do I look like an idiot? I’ve already looked there. In fact that is the first place I looked.” I raised my voice a little, (ok maybe a lot), and asked again, “What have you done with my belt?” I then glared at her with my most menacing glare. She made me even more frustrated by ignoring my most menacing glare and nonchalantly stuck her nose back in the book that she was reading and ignored me.

Arghhh! I’m steamed. I just know that somehow my wife hung my belt in some obscure place and as usual was not the least bit interested in helping me find it. I muttered to myself, “She merely wants to insult my intelligence by telling me to look in the most obvious place that a complete moron would have already looked three times”.

I was stalking around the room going closet to closet looking for my belt on every door, nook and cranny. I was angrily whipping clothes back and forth on the clothes rack including my wife’s dresses in full rage mode. I stalked around panting like a lizard and growling like a deacon’s stomach in church. Yes I had completely lost my patience.

About this time I decided to go ask her again only this time I would get some answers. I stomped my way through the master bathroom adjacent to my closet and as I passed by the mirror I happened to see my belt. Uh hum… I was wearing it.

In a few minutes I sheepishly asked my wife if she wanted to know why I could not find my belt.

She looked up from her book, curious now, and said, “Why?”

I said, “Because I am wearing it! I could not find it on my belt and tie rack because I am wearing it, and somehow I forgot that I already put it on.”

Yes she laughed derisively…hysterically…demonically and it lasted for quite some time. I left the room without saying a word and she was still laughing.

Hmmm… I view being subjected to this ridicule as an example of God’s punishment being meted out for yet again losing my patience. His purpose, no doubt, is character enhancement via making me look like the village idiot. He succeeded.

Sigh…I will develop patience. I will develop patience. I will develop patience…
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Romans 12:9
Let love be without hypocrisy.
Abhor what is evil. Cling to what
is good.
Be kindly affectionate to one
another
with brotherly love, in honor
giving preference to one another;
not lagging in diligence, fervent
in spirit, serving the Lord;
rejoicing in hope, patient in
tribulation, continuing steadfastly
in prayer;
distributing to the needs of the
saints, given to the hospitality.