teach me to be patient - with life, with people, and with
myself. I sometimes try to hurry things along too much, and I push for answers
before the time is right. Teach me to trust. Your sense of timing rather than
my own and to surrender my will to your greater and wiser plan. Help me let
life unfold slowly, like the small rosebud whose petals unravel bit by bit, and
remind me that in hurrying the bloom along, I destroy the bud and much of the
beauty there in.
Instead, let me wait for all to unfold in its own time. Each moment and state
of growth contains loveliness. Teach me to slow down enough to appreciate life
and all it holds.