I wake up everyday and tell myself this at least once a day.  Even when I don’t want to.  When kind or patient are the least of things that I want to be.  It seems to bring a stillness to my spirit that nothing else can.  When I am frustrated with the lot that has bring placed in front of me, I realize that there is a choice in it.  To be patient and kind.  To breathe when I’d rather stomp my feet and hold my breath – effective right?  Telling Him what I want does not entitle me to it or inspire Him to give it to me either.  The fact that I throw a fit for it (no matter how small), might mean that it isn’t yet time for it (whatever “it” is).  And so, I will continue to be patient and kind – to myself and to the others that are around me.  It’s the least I can do.

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