Worship with Hope and Trust

Sitting in the low-lit room, I put my head against the back of the rocking chair. Its steady rhythm fit my need for consistency. After an all too quick physical decline, my mother-in-law was in her final days of hospice. My mind had been able to comprehend the gravity of the unexpected shift, but the change had left me with no predictability, no script to follow.

When I first surrendered my life to Jesus, a friend told me to never pray for patience—or God would give me more opportunities to practice patience! I heeded her warning, but quickly learned that patience is as necessary as breathing.