Impatience

We live in a microwave society. Almost everything today is being marketed in a way so that it is more convenient, faster, and more easily accessible; and this week, I have found myself getting more and more frustrated with the time it takes to accomplish tasks. I am in the process of moving and much of this week has been spent waiting on handymen to come and fix the dents and dings that come with an apartment in a college town. When he shows up today (if he shows up today) it will make the 10th time the a/c guy has been here to try to fix the issue our system is having. As I sat on my couch, with my fan blowing on my face, iPad and ice water in hand, frustrated at the heat and the time the repairs were taking as the apartment got hotter and the day went on, I suddenly got a dose of reality. I have a home. I have water. I have an a/c to be fixed and people willing to work on it. I have wonderful apartment managers who have gone above and beyond trying to call different people to see who can diagnose the issue. After I got over my temper tantrum, I though of how many times God has waited on me. How many times I have been broken, or he has called me to do something and I haven't felt like I had time or knew what he wanted. How blessed am I that God is not as petty as I am? God doesn't throw temper tantrums and get snippy because he is hot (praise himself) and that's a lesson I need to spend some time learning. So today I am throwing my clock out for awhile and saying thank you to God and everyone else who is helping me along the crazy road of life.