patience

I visited Julie today at her mom & dad's apartment. Her dad is still in the hospital, but is as stable as a 90-year old can be.

Julie's mom has Alzheimer's, but still recognizes me.

What are you knitting?
A baby hat.

(Fifteen minutes later.)

What's that going to be?
A baby hat.

(Half an hour later).

What are you knitting?

It was a similar experience with questions about where I live and where I work.

The most amazing thing of all is that I felt no impatience at all. I am one of the least patient people I know, and every time she asked, I answered with no sense of irritation.

It's comforting to know that God gives me patience when I need it.