Lost belt blues

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 maroon belt. I looked all of the usual places and it simply was not there. Well now I’m beginning to lose patience. Usually when something is missing my wife is the culprit. (At least it seems that way to me.) In an admittedly accusatory tone I asked her what “she” had done with my maroon belt. She fired back that she had not seen it and mentioned that perhaps I should look for it on my belt and tie rack. “I’ve already looked there”, I exclaimed as I glared at her. By now I’m steamed. I resigned myself to the fact that somehow my “wife” lost my belt and was not very interested in helping me find it, aside from insulting my intelligence by telling me to look in the most obvious place. I was stalking around the room muttering to myself looking for my belt on every door and nook and cranny. Yes I had lost my patience.

About this time I found my belt. I asked my wife if she wanted to know why I could not find my belt. She said, “Why?” I said because I have it on! I could not find it on my belt and tie rack because I was already wearing it and forgotten that I had put it on. Yes she laughed…Hysterically for quite a few minutes. I viewed being subjected to this ridicule as just another example of God’s just punishment being meted out for once again losing my patience. His purpose, no doubt, is character enhancement.

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.