Today’s post comes from Judy Kay Frome. She is the third of eight children and was raised on a small dairy farm in Wyoming. She has five children and four grandchildren and currently lives in Las Vegas, NV, where she teaches fourth grade. Her writing has been published in the New Era and the Ensign and at http://earthsignmamawrites.blogspot.com/
Most people who know me probably wouldn’t use the word “patient” in a description of my characteristics. I have numerous scars on my hands and fingers that are the result of impatient actions—vigorously washing dishes and breaking them; quickly grabbing for some sharp implement and hurting myself; cramming something into place that actually needed gentle coaxing and causing a cut or a slash on my hands. It’s a gene-pool thing according to my husband: he worked with my grandfather and great-uncles. They were usually set on “high,” “fast,” and “zoom”. I know, we aren’t lackadaisical. I used to think my gung-ho style was an asset. (And sometimes it is—don’t get me wrong.) But, in a spiritual, philosophical, metaphysical way, it is a handicap. Let me explain.
The other day in Sunday School, I got a new outlook on an old principle. We were reading from D & C 21: 4-6. It is God telling us how the Church should give heed to His prophet. When the prophet is walking in all holiness before Him, and receives commandments, then we should receive these words from the prophet “as if from mine own mouth, in all patience and faith.”
The last four words were what got my attention. I’ve known about the admonition to regard prophetic statements as “if from mine own mouth”—referring to God’s mouth my entire life. But that day, as we contemplated this scripture, I was struck by the Lord including the need for us to show patience with our faith. I have a lot of experience with faith. I’ve had mine tried over and over. I’ve exercised faith in many situations. Faith is my friend and companion and hero. But patience is an infrequent partner of mine.
We humans are always measuring time. I know that the nine-year-olds with whom I spend my day generally only consider the moment. Their whole life occurs in that day. I can ruin their life or make their life. It is an awesome power I don’t take lightly. As we grow older, into our 20′s and 30′s, we don’t get much more perspective than my fourth graders. Oh, sure, many of us learn to budget our time and plan enough to complete college or some type of vocational training. We learn to be an employee or a parent. We know we have to save up our money, defer gratification, go to work on time, wait for the green light. We learn lots of things that nine-year-olds can’t do well. Those young adults that don’t learn this end up in jail fairly often. But still, we do not really know about patience yet.
Finally, as a woman of A Certain Age, I’m starting to get a teeny-tiny glimpse of my existence as God sees it. I’m a work in progress. I need guidance continually. I need an anchor or a standard to use as a reference. If I listen to the words of God, as spoken by His prophets, I’ll have the anchor. But only if I listen to them using faith and patience. It takes a whole life of listening to the prophets to learn to see things the way God sees them, using the outlook of eternity. I am so often rushing about that I don’t stop and gaze at the long view. God’s words, through His mouthpiece, the prophet, are usually unchanging. They are usually unaffected by fashion or current vogue. These words are focused on my inner qualities and require me to monitor my passions and actions regardless of what others do or say.
In other words, God needs me to be patiently listening, patiently correcting myself over time, patiently doing His will. He doesn’t ask me to rush about accomplishing tasks. He asks me to have faith, to align my desires and goals with His. This is something that can only be done through a slow process of continual, careful, patient work. If I have been seeing my life as series of milestones to achieve, He sees it as a process of refinement. What I do isn’t the goal. What I become is the important thing. Patience.
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