I think about her often when patience is hard for me. When I want something to happen faster than it's happening. When I look around and feel like everyone else is moving and I am standing still in a field somewhere, waiting for a season that's taking too long to come 🕊️

But patience isn't passivity. I've learned that slowly. It's not sitting with folded hands saying "whatever comes, comes." It's continuing to tend to what you're tending to — your character, your faith, your heart — even when there's no visible result yet. The way a farmer plants and waters before any sign of green 🌱

I was raised to believe that good things grow slowly. That anything worth having requires time that feels wasted before it proves it wasn't.

I'm still learning to live inside that belief without fighting it 😌