Over the years my Mom gave me a variety of angel decorations. I suspect that was so I would never forget that what I see is only part of reality.
But this angel was bought for her. Mom was in the hospital and we knew she was dying. I figured it was time for her to have an angel so that she'd remember there was so much more to life than what she could see from a hospital bed. As I came home from the store and walked through the front door of my home carrying this angel of patience, the phone rang. My sister-in-law told me that Mom had died. The timing just intensified the stab in my heart. That was more than three years ago.
Now this angel sits in my kitchen reminding me of the most patient person I've ever had the honour of knowing.
But, it also reminds me of the importance of patience in every day. Patience waiting on God. Patience waiting for learning to actually stay in the old brain long enough to be used. Patience when working with others. The list could keep going for a long time.
But when life and people really starts to push and pressure me to hurry up--I remember that my Lord Jesus was never seen hurrying. So it is good to slow down . . . and wait.