Patience

Today I was babysitting a sweet boy and a sweet little girl.

I had decided that it would be a decent idea to have the kids help me make their lunch, but after much fussing and disobeying I got frustrated and made them sit at the table while I made them their food. Mere minutes later, that sweet boy had peanut butter and strawberry jam all over his face and hands, was saying repeatedly that it was a “bad day” and everything was “yucky,” and was trying to eat the remains of his sandwich off of the kitchen table instead of using his hands. And that sweet girl was covered, almost head to toe, with peanut butter and honey, taking her sweet time nibbling off bits of sandwich here and bits of sandwich there.

And in the midst of all my frustration and aggravation and annoyance, sweet little Mercy asks, “where’s Patience?”

Patience is her baby sister, and was with her mom at work for the afternoon.

Mercy, in that simple question about her sweet little sister, reminded me to be patient, regardless of what was going on.

Piece of Humble Pie: eaten.