For those who know me well, you know that I don't exercise the virtue of patience well or often. I'd say it's honestly probably one of my biggest struggles. And it's funny how it affects every area of my life. Ususally people think of patience having to do with a traffic back up or waiting for a birthday or holiday to come. But for me, it directly affects my level of contentment. I've struggled with feeling that what I want and what I think my family should have hasn't come fast enough or at all; therefore, destroying my contentedness. Which in turn, has allowed me to justify my anger and resentment.
My living room as become and outward picture of my life. Or at least it will be. I will choose to be content with slow progress or no progress at all. I'll be content with change as it happens, not as I make it happen. And I will choose to be content with my circumstances and surrroundings even if they don't match as I think they should.