Ok, I'll admit it. I'm not the most patient person I know. And mommyhood is a constant lesson in patience. I think so, anyway.

Yesterday, I was reminded of that. Not to reiiterate my last post, but Landon is still sick. Yesterday, I thought I was going to go absolutely crazy. And I mean crazy. He was sniffly, grumpy, and wanted to be held nonstop... oh, throw some teething into the mix, too.... well, cranky doesn't begin to describe it. I'm spoiled -- I normally have a pretty happy baby. But yesterday, not so much. So I got frustrated, impatient, and basically wanted to give up motherhood altogether. Not really. But you get my point.

And then I was reminded of something.

How incredibly patient is my God with me! I sin over and over again -- willingly at times -- and still He tenderly loves me, forgives me, and takes me back gladly -- and never for one second is He impatient with me.

Ouch. That hit home.

(Oh, and pretty sure I was a sick baby once, too, and my mom had to wipe my nose and get up with me all hours of the night and take care of three other kids all at the same time.)

So very thankful for the "little" lessons God continues to teach me and for His loving patience toward me. And I'm especially thankful for the sweet miracle He gave me in Landon.

"The LORD, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness, maintaining love to thousands, and forgiving wickedness, rebellion and sin." Exodus 34:6-7

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