The writing prompt for yesterday was 'wait', which is what I did, and I didn't like it.
I rather overdid it at yoga on Saturday evening. I didn't realize how stiff I still was from my very careful and very intensive one on one pilates session Thursday morning. I did not go anywhere yesterday or do much of anything. Just moving was painful.
I prayed, "Dear God, I am an idiot." The Lord responded, "Yes you are, as a matter of fact. And this latest bit of idiocy is going to take some time to recover from."
I don't like to wait. I want to be up and doing and moving forward with my agenda. Sometimes the Lord's agenda is, "Wait." In this case it was due to my own idiocy. But it isn't always. Sometimes it is because my sense of timing and God's don't line up.
I don't like to wait. Patience may be good for the soul, but it's a painfully learned art.
"Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, an idiot."
And the Lord smiled, "I have and I will."