Everyday, all day, I repeat myself.
By the end of the night I’m so tired of talking.
Today I told Nathan to “wait” and was trying to teach him that he can’t have something right then and there. (Well actually everyday I’m teaching this.)
He is a child that has to get his thoughts out though. You can’t tell him to not interrupt when others are talking because to him, he has the most important thing to say and has to be heard out right that second.
It’s pretty challenging for me to try and teach him to wait his turn when it comes to talking.
Then I learned today…. I’m like that.
Now I’m very aware that my son is my husbands physical clone but my personality clone. It’s actually really funny how he acts exactly like me but looks exactly like his dad!
Another reason why so many things are challenging to teach him, he’s just like me and I realize I’m needing to change my behavior to set the example for him. But that’s a different post.
Today I learned that I don’t like the waiting…
I mean who likes to wait?
I just didn’t think of it in the context of praying.
I pray for something to change and am just waiting for it to happen right then or at least before I go to bed. Sometimes I’m praying like I have the most important request and I need it answered right then. I can’t wait. I have the most important prayer (which is silly looking at it that way).
But…. What’s happening in the time that God has me waiting? Why doesn’t he answer my prayer request right then?
I learned that I need to soak in what he is doing in the waiting time. What he’s teaching me and what I could be learning. And then I thought… “how many times has God repeated himself to me? And asked me to wait?” It blows my mind his patience level he has!