Husbands are like scabs… if you pick at them, you will regret it. They have to do things in their own time. Mine sure does. Pushing him doesn’t work. Or at least it doesn’t work peacefully. If you pick that scab before it’s ready, you’ll be left with a scar. If you are patient and leave it alone, it will do what its meant to do, and you’ll be back to new, healthy skin.
They say patience is a virtue, but it’s so much more than that. It is vital, and it is not easy. Patience separates the men from the boys. If you can develop it, you are so ahead of the game.
We can’t make things happen in our time frame. Have you ever been able to successfully control a friend or family member to the point that they do exactly what you want them to do, exactly when you want them to do it? If you have, please share that little tidbit with me.
In my experience, we have little to less than zero control over people, or many times, our circumstances. But one thing we can control is how we react to things, and maintaining our level of peace while we wait for things to work out.
James 1:4 says, But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.
I used to read that verse and just kind of glaze over like, “Oh yeah, that’s really gonna happen.” But then I took a closer look. It says, “Let patience have its perfect work.” Not, “I do the work.” Patience does the work, and I let it. I allow it to function. I step back and let it go. That’s the hard part. I have to get out of the way. I can’t control everything. I can only control me.
So whatever you’re facing, quit picking at it, step back and let patience have a go. You might be surprised how well things turn out.