Ezekiel 33:21-29
The Patience of God

When I was about 12 years old, I remember sitting in a Sunday School class.   The teacher asked if anyone had a prayer request.  At that time in my life, I was extremely impatient.  I hated being late for anything.  I couldn’t stand it when I had to wait for someone else before we could get going.  I remember expressing my frustration to my mom several times when she was not ready to go.   When my verbal blasts didn’t work, I tried non-verbal cues.  This was my favorite one.  I would walk up to her.  And I would reach out my left wrist which was wrapped in my watch.  I would snap it around and check my watch in her sight line.  And then I would just look at her and shake my head.  Very subtle.  It never worked.  It was during this time when the teacher asked that question.