In my impatience I become convinced that this desire of mine should have been fulfilled yesterday, when it belongs to a tomorrow that yesterday would have killed had I had my way.

Oftentimes I think it is far better to listen for an answer, rather than talk out of an effort to create one.

Patience is where we realize that to rush something is to compromise it to its own destruction. Maturity is to realize that the most effective way to stop the destruction is by beginning to develop patience. And the first place that we need to do that is with ourselves.

It is the length of the journey that ripens the joy of the outcome.

Waiting on the Lord is the decision to abandon my time-table because it only has two legs.

The garden is the place where the work of yesterday births the fruit of today which contains the seeds of tomorrow.

Patience compels me to adjust my stride to the cadence of life, not the pace of my greed.

Incessantly demanding that I am given some ‘thing’ today may very well destroy the role that it was going to play in my life tomorrow.

At the moment that everything goes dark, the sunset in front of us becomes the whole story. But if we find courage enough to wait until tomorrow morning, we will suddenly come to understand that in reality yesterday’s sunset was only half of the story.