I hate waiting, I'm not a patient person, I wasn't a patient child. My parents used to say that when they were handing out the virtues, I couldn't stay in line long enough to get my patience.
I'll be flying out to see Him in about a month. A month hasn't seemed this long since I was a child on Thanksgiving and waiting for Christmas.
Until then, we talk everyday (at least a little), we laugh and talk with each other about both our past and what's happening currently. We learn.
Being so very new to all this, at one point I found myself wondering... this all felt so, well normal. So, I got Bratty, pushing for a response but He just continued on like the Brat wasn't there. I asked Him why He didn't get upset or threaten punishment and He told me I wasn't really a Brat, just eager to embark on the next step and He wasn't going to get upset with me simply because I wanted so badly to be with Him. Both ignoring and accepting my Brat took the wind right out of her sails and she settled back down.
How long ago did I start writing this? About 20 minutes... hmm... So now, 30 days (or so), minus 20 minutes, til Christmas.
