Like God doesn't work in microwave time. Like asking for a virtue and expecting to have it instantly is kind of ridiculous, actually. 🙏

Maybe patience is something you have to practice, not pray for. Or maybe God was laughing at me—showing me that I need to actually work on this instead of just asking for it to magically appear. Maybe that's the point. Maybe the praying is just the beginning, and the real work is in the daily struggle to actually be patient. 💚

I don't know. But there's something comforting about the fact that even when I'm trying to be better, I still fail. It means I'm human. It means this is a process. It means I'm allowed to be a work in progress. And maybe that's enough. 🕯️