I've always had a problem with patience.
I want things to happen now - in the present
what's is really the point of waiting?
But, lately patience is getting me though a lot of things.
It's helping me find the time I need to think, to ponder, to wonder.
It's weird, one day you would be all alone. You'll be waking up to an empty bed, constantly waiting for something, maybe someone. I used to be like that. Constantly wanting to be in some one's arms, always wanting someone to rescue me. But, what's the point of getting rescued when you don't really know why you are falling? I don't need someone to be my superman anymore. I don't need to be held because it's time for me to pick myself up from every fall. It's time for me to bandage all my own cuts and bruises. I'm not a house of cards that need to be protected.
Patience.
It's everything that I am not.
It's the very opposite of me.
But, it's everything I need to learn.
He lets me fall, he lets me get hurt
he's letting me learn.
My every flaw is truly my every strength