There is this song we listen to in the car (the boys and I, not Tony and I) -
The fruit of the spirit's not a coconut,
the fruit of the spirit's not a coconut,
if you wanna be a coconut (cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck)
you might as well hear it,
you can't be a fruit of the spirit.
So I am thinking about patience and how I lack it many times with my boys. It is a fruit of the spirit, therefor, I should have it right? Sometimes I have lots, but I notice, as my energy drains (especially in the evenings) the patience goes out the window. I really don't think you can realize how impatient you are until you have little ones. They try it like nothing else can (except perhaps the lines at wal-mart, but I digress). So I will continue to pray for God to give me a larger portion of patience and hopefully this fruit will grow. I don't want my kids to remember the times I was impatient when they look back, I want them to remember a loving, patient mom - stern but loving. :) Again, I guess it's about pride and selfishness and me giving in to my flesh that's tired instead of living in the spirit. Oh pride, when will you leave me alone?