Patience

So this one word has begun to show how it will weave its self into my life. As many of you know, I am not always the best at being patient and somehow this word and all that it entails plans to change all of that. It has only been since the middle of July that I have started to realize how important this small word is going to be for me.

It all began with my application process for YAV. In the beginning I was the one being patient. I took my time getting my application together, within a week of asking for an endorsement from my session, I was endorsed and I still waited another month to turn in MY paperwork. Once I had everything together the emails started. I hadn't signed this page, one of my references had gotten the wrong form to fill out and only continued into the initial conversation part of my experience. It took me what felt like weeks to get in touch with all of the site coordinators in order to decide who to interview with and where I wanted to be.

Once that big decision was made came the real test, the test that keeps on testing. I had decided that Denver was where I needed to be or rather called to be. The agency I was very interested in lost funding. A few other opportunities popped up but they weren't what I thought I wanted. Another opportunity arose and once again I my patience was tested. It took two months to find out about this potential full time position and when the news came it wasn't what I wanted to hear. All of this time I was becoming more anxious about my living situation and who I would be spending the next year living with. All the while, going to church on Sunday and talking to friends and family and expressing my concerns, the answer was much the same, "it will all work out...don't worry it will all be as God intended." Although this didn't come out boldly as JUST BE PATIENT it was there and I could feel myself pushing against it.

As the year has gone on I have been tested, it took a while to find a group of friends in this new city, then when I felt like I would die of boredom they were found, it took months to find a mentor but now that I have her I wouldn't have wanted anyone else.

It hasn't been easy but I am finally finding the rewards of the lesson I was forced to learn. I am beginning the last half of my time here and the big question on everyone's mind is what's next. Although I wonder about it on a regular basis I also know that things will work out and I will end up where I end up. I am going with the flow and preparing myself for whatever comes next. This year of learning patience has also help me to be open to the future and not stress (as much) about things I can't control. I wouldn't say I'm perfect at practicing patience but I am leaps and bounds beyond where I was.