One morning last week I was on my way to exercise. I stopped at the end of my road to make a right onto 6A, the main road. There was one car in front of me, and I was patiently waiting my turn to move into first position. I noticed the continuous line of traffic and realized it was Saturday morning and what we call “change day” on the cape. Everyone has to check out of their cottages by 11 am and new people check in by 2pm. On this day you have to be aggressive to make even a right hand turn. By the time I thought all of this, I realized the car was still in front of me. I began to pay attention to the line of traffic and saw that car had numerous chances to turn. By the time he finally did, and it was my turn, I was mad. I saw my chance and gunned it and spun my tires just a teeny bit as I shot out onto the highway. The sound of the tires on the gravel snapped me back to reality. Did I just do that? That’s not like me. Over five years I have trained myself enjoy the 45 mph winding road way of driving on the cape. I usually relax and turn up the music when I’m behind the tourist going 29 in a 45 mph zone. I live here. That’s a way of life here. So that day, the sound of my angry tires scrapping the road stopped me in my tracks and something I had read earlier that morning flashed across my mind:
Be patient, because in patience you possess your soul. ~ Joyce Meyer
And so, as another day goes by, we never truly master even that which we spend years practicing, we are always being called to push further, and…I have written.
Typical Saturday morning practicing patience…
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