Growing up, my Dad told me many times, "patience is a virtue." Just typing the words floods my mind with his voice. Little me didn't know the meaning of "a virtue;" but I knew that he thought it a good thing, that I should want to have it, and that waiting quietly without fidgeting seemed to be a way to get it. I still, even at this age, need to practice patience; and waiting for my amaryllis to bloom had me thinking of this virtue time and time again. Today, the petals finally opened!
I praise you, Lord, for my beautifully blooming amaryllis — and for my Dad's loving instruction.
