Tag: patience

  • Finding Patience: Lessons from the Early Morning

    Finding Patience: Lessons from the Early Morning

    Just before sunrise, I stepped off the back porch, coffee cup in hand, and looked for the glow in the Eastern sky. It was a beautiful mix of purplish pink! I also noticed something in the leafless pear tree just across the fence–birds, silhouetted by the coming sunrise. Two cardinals, and two sparrows were perched…

  • Building a Life Brick by Brick

    Building a Life Brick by Brick

    My father was a teacher who spent his summers doing odd jobs. One of these involved working as a small-scale brick layer–think barbeque pits, or outdoor flower planters and, as a teenager, I often spent my summers as dad’s helper. First, he laid the bricks one at a time, making sure they were true to…

  • Finding God in Life’s Changes

    Finding God in Life’s Changes

    It’s a sticker I found in a travel stop restroom, left on an electric hand dryer: “Here for the changes.” I looked it up, this is the slogan of a company who makes baby care products. Come to think of it, the hand dryer was next to a diaper changing station. (Yes, I washed my…

  • The Power of Love

    The Power of Love

    The sobbing student had to be carried into my office, refusing to come in under their own power. This is a sure sign of a serious problem for a principal. Normally, there are two types of criers: sad or mad. And this one seemed furious. The five-year-old stood across from my desk with clenched fists.…

  • Waiting for the Light to Change

    Waiting for the Light to Change

    One day last week, my wife and I were waiting to turn left, against a steady stream of cross traffic. Rarely a patient driver, I shook my head, “This is ridiculous!” My more forbearing bride said, “The traffic light will change.” Taking a deep breath, while nodding my head, I heard a gentle voice within—unmistakably…

  • A Little Way Through Small Days

    A Little Way Through Small Days

    Fellow blogger, Deb Farris, had me nodding my head recently with her post, The Little Way Through: One Writer’s Morning. She’d gone out to the front porch swing, accompanied by her loyal Goldendoodle, to reflect and write. But her anticipated time of deep work was repeatedly interrupted by lawn mowers and leaf blowers and workers…