Patience Is A Virtue

Patience Is A Virtue

Finding peace in the midst of disappointment...




Just writing that out kind of frustrates me. It’s such an aggravating concept because it requires me to sit still…

It requires me to acknowledge things that I am not super fond of. And things are so much better on the other side of patience, you know!?

Like when you go to an amusement park, you don’t go to wait in lines all day— you go to ride the roller coasters! Or when I go out to eat, I don’t just go to order food so I can sit and wait! Gosh dangit, I can barely even wait for my food to be done heating up in the stupid microwave!

To be 100% honest and absolutely transparent...waiting sucks.

There is not a lot that is fun about it.

In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m allergic to it.

Yet, I think for many of us, it feels like we live the majority of our lives in the waiting.

In lost dreams.

Broken hearts.

Crushed spirits.

Uncertainty and disappointment…

It feels like God is constantly calling you to a life of waiting. And how are we supposed to find peace, contentment, faith, and patience, in the waiting?

One of the hardest things for me to acknowledge as I experience disappointments is my anger.

Anger that things had to happen.

The frustration that I have—to let go of something that I thought was going to be constant.

Aggravation that I am waving goodbye to something my heart deeply cared for.

And I’m supposed to find patience in it all?

Um, sorry God that’s a little hard….

It makes sense to my head that I need to be still and “wait on the Lord,” as they say, but my heart longs to mourn the loss of what could not be.

I tell myself, “Just move on already, Christy. You really need to get over this.”

Then all of a sudden not only do my dreams require patience, but I need patience with my own recovery.

Ugg! And everything is so aggravating and messy and imperfect!

When I was about twelve, I was waiting for the PERFECT missions trip to go on and finally an opportunity to go to Mexico came up. My parents were considering it, we were all praying about it, and the answer came back pretty clear:

Not yet.

I was upset for a while about this one. As soon as my parents finalized the answer to the group leaders that I wasn’t going, I went to my room, sat on my bed, and cried my little eyes out. My mind had created the perfect scenario for the trip already. It was going to be beautiful. My first time on a plane, my first real adventure, and not to mention, my first experience in a different country.

But disappointment hit hard.

When we express our hurt and disappointments to people we get really nice-sounding things in return like, “His timing is perfect,” or “It just means He has something better in store.”

These things are completely true, but at the same time, not a super comforting thing to tell someone who is extremely impatient and overwhelmingly angry.

I understood all that good stuff, but my prayer that day sounded a lot more like this:

“But God I had it all planned out! Couldn’t you just have played along just this once!?”

Anger and frustration came rushing in as reality collided with my dream.

But there’s nothing like a loss of control to knock my prideful, stubborn-self, back into reality. A reality that stings and hurts, but also brings me closer to my Jesus.

Honestly, when I need to have patience with myself or a circumstance, anger often is all I can feel.

Why did this have to happen God!? Why this particular thing!? You honestly could have chosen anything else!

My heart mourns the loss, and my head aches with frustration. And both my head and my heart, grow tender and long to be gently cared for, though my spirit is stubborn.

And God, in my bitter disappointment and His great compassion, gently whispers to me, “He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart…” (Isaiah 40:11).

If you are like me, your mind is stubborn with pride and resists comfort from your Father, but in your heart you simply long to sit in His strong and steady arms.

In the midst of my letdowns, this is what I have to give into. I have to be able to lay, broken and bruised, in my Father’s arms. I need to be reminded that though He is the one who gives and takes away, He has only good in store for me. He knows that patience is hard, and that I will fall.

He knows that I need to release my anger and let go of my plans.

He knows exactly what I need to surrender.

I recently heard the lyrics from this song by Ellie Holcomb called Find You Here,

Here in the middle of the lonely night
Here in the middle of the losing fight, You're
Here in the middle of the deep regret
Here when the healing hasn't happened yet

Here in the middle of the desert place
Here in the middle when I cannot see Your face
Here in the middle with Your outstretched arms
You can see my pain and it breaks Your heart

These lyrics blew me away because I forget so often that my heartache is God’s heartache. After all, we are His children whom He loves dearly.

Yes, of course my pain breaks His heart. Of course He would want me to acknowledge this pain and disappointment - He feels it too.

So in the midst of strong disappointment when we are yelling and screaming in our heads that we need patience, perhaps what we really need in order to get order to experience peace, and order to return to a heart of worship...maybe what we need is to realize that our great Father understands.

He understands where we’re at, and He sees us as we wait.

As we learn patience, and as we sit still, we don’t need to have it all together. We don’t need to seek perfection, we need to seek Jesus. We need to stop beating ourselves up for feeling broken and gross.

He understands you, He understands you, He understands you.

Even when you feel that you don’t make any sense, and you feel like a stupid fool for’re Father sees your broken heart.

As you experience disappointment, lean into Him.

My friends, be reminded…

“Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint” (Isaiah 40:27-31).

I pray that your weary, thirsty heart, finds peace, contentment, faith, and assurance today.

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To The Girl Struggling With Her Body Image

It's not about the size of your jeans, but the size of your heart, soul, and spirit.


To the girl struggling with her body image,

You are more than the number on the scale. You are more than the number on your jeans and dresses. You are way more than the number of pounds you've gained or lost in whatever amount of time.

Weight is defined as the quantity of matter contained by a body or object. Weight does not define your self-worth, ambition or potential.

So many girls strive for validation through the various numbers associated with body image and it's really so sad seeing such beautiful, incredible women become discouraged over a few numbers that don't measure anything of true significance.

Yes, it is important to live a healthy lifestyle. Yes, it is important to take care of yourself. However, taking care of yourself includes your mental health as well. Neglecting either your mental or physical health will inflict problems on the other. It's very easy to get caught up in the idea that you're too heavy or too thin, which results in you possibly mistreating your body in some way.

Your body is your special, beautiful temple. It harbors all of your thoughts, feelings, characteristics, and ideas. Without it, you wouldn't be you. If you so wish to change it in a healthy way, then, by all means, go ahead. With that being said, don't make changes to impress or please someone else. You are the only person who is in charge of your body. No one else has the right to tell you whether or not your body is good enough. If you don't satisfy their standards, then you don't need that sort of negative influence in your life. That sort of manipulation and control is extremely unhealthy in its own regard.

Do not hold back on things you love or want to do because of how you interpret your body. You are enough. You are more than enough. You are more than your exterior. You are your inner being, your spirit. A smile and confidence are the most beautiful things you can wear.

It's not about the size of your jeans. It's about the size of your mind and heart. Embrace your body, observe and adore every curve, bone and stretch mark. Wear what makes you feel happy and comfortable in your own skin. Do your hair and makeup (or don't do either) to your heart's desire. Wear the crop top you've been eyeing up in that store window. Want a bikini body? Put a bikini on your body, simple.

So, as hard as it may seem sometimes, understand that the number on the scale doesn't measure the amount or significance of your contributions to this world. Just because that dress doesn't fit you like you had hoped doesn't mean that you're any less of a person.

Love your body, and your body will love you right back.

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What A Blessing It Is To Have Been Loved By A Grandpa Like You

No one could ever replace your contagious giggle and radiating love.


To my newest angel in heaven...

Grandpa Norb, I just wanted to write to you to let you know how great it is to be loved by a grandpa like you. With 4 children, 4 children in-law, 10 grandchildren and 9 great-grandchildren, we all know in our different ways your love for us. While you are no longer here, I am certain that you will always be watching over us and in our hearts.

Knowing you for 20 years, I can't imagine feeling more loved. Every holiday gathering started with you wishing a Merry Christmas, no matter the actual holiday. You always welcomed with a hug, and said goodbye with open arms, a kiss on the cheek and a whispered reminder that I am always in your prayers. Even with you no longer with us, I know you'll be watching over and praying for me as I carry on my steps in life.

Like a sunflower, you were always bright and smiling when I saw you. You showed your excitement when I walked in the room and made me feel lucky to be around you and overjoyed to know you just through your smile. You were the patriarch of our wonderful family standing tall and showering us with radiating love and goofiness.

Among us all, you loved Grandma with your whole heart and were married for 68 beautiful years. Watching her say goodbye has been one of the hardest things to see, but completely overpowering, the love you had for each other. As long as I knew you, I don't think I ever saw the two of you apart. The unconditional love that you had and always will feel for each other is one that I envy to have in my own relationships.

As almost two weeks have passed since God brought you to him, this is my goodbye to you. I will never forget the last good day I spent with you and Grandma together. I will think of you when I see yellow sunflowers standing tall and bright, and during thunderstorms as if it is you Grandpa Ray bowling together up in heaven.

I feel incredibly lucky to know you and have been loved by you for 20 of your 94 years, and I will always miss you.



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