‘Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything’.
I don’t think I’m a very a patient person. Which isn’t good, because I believe that losing my patience means I will behave in a very un-Christian like way. Which then means God will not shine through me. It’s as simple as that.
Today, I was on my way to the airport again. I had a car pick me up at 5am and my flight was at 7am. I thought at that time of morning I would fly through to JFK airport. I was wrong. No sooner was I on the 95 then the traffic came to a halt. I couldn’t believe it. 5am and the traffic isn’t moving because of construction work. I let out a sigh and a huff. It took about 20 minutes to get moving again. But not for long before we hit more traffic. I was 30 minutes into my journey and I hadn’t gone 6 miles. I let out an even bigger sigh and a huff. I think the driver heard it this time because he started to weave his way from lane to lane but we all know that doesn’t work. I told him so as well. My impatience was now starting to show. Not good.
Once we did get moving his poor driving skills started to show themselves. He couldn’t keep within the lines of a lane and he couldn’t keep his foot consistently on the accelerator pedal. I was worrying about missing my flight and now I was concerned I’d be in an accident. It then started to rain. Torrential rain. Needless to say, this made things worst. I won’t go in to details but I really was in fear of my life. Even if the driver could keep within the lines of the road, he wasn’t able to see them.
I eventually did make it to the airport with 30 minutes to go before my flight. I did thank the driver and I sprinted into the airport. Once I was in my (aisle) seat on the plane I had time to reflect back on the journey. It was undoubtedly exhausting and nerve-wracking and I think I tried to be patient but I wasn’t. I didn’t lose my temper but I was impatient. And what was worse, I didn’t even think about praying for patience or for my safety. I HAD LEFT GOD AT HOME. Neither did I show any concern for the driver. It can’t have been easy for him with the bad weather, his trouble with driving and me sighing in the back.
But God is gracious and he will give me another chance. All I can do is pray for forgiveness, patience and perseverance. And that for future trips, I don’t say goodbye to Him as well as my family when I leave for the airport. Amen!