And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive. - Matthew 21:22
Yesterday I spent a bit of time in my garden searching for a little soul restoration. This morning I was there again, yet not before I had noticed a change in my spirit. This morning seemed similar to previous mornings, Ess slept in again, Eee woke with lots of goop in her eyes - better but still not well, and we prepared to head out the door to school again. Yet I was calmer, I was not about to become harried, Ess did not say to me "You are grumpy, aren't you Mum!" (I so hate that.) We got ready and headed out the door pretty much on time yet we were a little later than I'd like walking into the classroom. For some reason today it did not bother me, something in me had moved, had shifted. I didn't do it, at least I don't recall doing anything except asking God for patience, conscientiously enjoying my girls' company yesterday afternoon despite the fact my Generous Gentleman was going to be home late, and then later enjoying some good conversation with him. I am so grateful for my wonderful husband.
So when one prays for something and one receives it, one must certainly give thanks. I asked for patience and received it. Yet along with that patience I seem to have received situations and circumstances which did not even call for me to rely on and test my patience. A cup full to the brim and overflowing.
Thankyou God, my gratitude is all yours.