Patience

Patience is a virtue?  Who says these things?  I must have slipped up and accidentally prayed for patience one day.  I pray for a lot of things, but I try to never “pray” for patience, because you don’t get patience, you get to practice patience.  So for an update on the floors, this is how they currently look.  The dinning room is receiving a new wood oak floor, but apparently was not measured correctly and now the installer has run out of wood.

Yesterday, I was bound and determined to make it through our bedroom where all the furniture is stored, traverse the tiny space and get to my closet.  We had a celebration to get to and I was looking forward to showing up and looking nice in something other than my farmer clothes.  (By climbing around this couch and standing on one leg, I did get into the closet).

Spokane is just under a three-hour drive.  We arrived to my first-born son’s graduation from the Fire Academy Recruit Class.  Watched as his fiance pinned his badge on him and beamed as he earned the title of Fire Fighter for the City of Spokane.

Perhaps patience comes out of gratitude.  I am so grateful to be here.  So aware that it is these moments that really matter and that I feel blessed.  Celebrating at our favorite spot in Spokane, The Steam Plant Grill and taking in the memory.  After the three-hour drive back to Ellensburg, to the torn up house and dust piles that have dust piles, I found for the first time a sense, that we were home…. and it felt good.