I admit, I am not the most patient person on the planet. That just may be the biggest understatement of my life. One of the fruits of the Spirit is patience, and I’m still a work in progress.
Something has bothered me for a long time when the subject of patience comes up, something that Christians often say. “Ooh, don’t pray for patience.” There is a sentiment that if you pray for patience, God will heap frustration and calamity on you. Dear friends, don’t believe that lie.
If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give what is good to those who ask Him! Matthew 7:11 (NAS)
We can pray for patience with confidence, knowing that God will lovingly grow us to produce good fruit.
When we pray, God doesn’t bring more frustration into our lives. Instead, maybe He simply makes us more aware of the instances where we need the fruit of patience.
So, why am I on the subject of patience? You guessed it- over two months of house hunting, with no success. Over two months of living in our tiny camper.
This week, we signed a contract on four acres of wooded land with a creek. (The pictures I am sharing here are of the property.) I am stunned and humbled by the way God orchestrated the timing of the deal. So many things came together at just the right time, and so many “coincidences” that let us know without a doubt that this was what we were supposed to do.
Remember my wish list for our next home? We’ll build a single level home and most likely leave some parts unfinished or finish ourselves in order to save money. The builder that Richard has talked to has been very open to helping us cut costs where ever we can.
We will be closing on the property in the next few weeks, so we need to get a survey done, find the perfect floor plan, and figure out just where on the property to situate the house. And all that means more months of camper living. Father, give me patience. ♥