Dear God, impatient, I look daily at my garden for evidence of growth. Where are the sweet fruits I hoped for? In frustration, convinced the seeds did not take, I plow it all up, I overturn the soil, I try again.
And what chance did I give the seeds to sprout? I knock down the house before it is built, convinced that it will never stand.
Lord, I act too soon. Impatient, panicked, faithless, I make desperate moves that wipe away the bounty that was poised to appear.
Let me learn to trust your love for me, Lord. You test me by asking me to wait while you prepare to shower me with gifts.
Such a small thing: to wait. Let me make my faith in you real. Let me learn to wait.