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.