I keep hearing about this thing called patience. But I don’t know what it is. I hear some women possess it—some freaks of human nature who never had a child stick a pretzel up her nose or unwrap a whole box of pantyliners to use for doll diapers. Apparently “patience” means you don’t shoot fire out of your eyeballs when these things happen. Ha, right? Totally must be an urban legend because I’ve never met a lady like that. So to write a devo on this patience thing, well, it’s just not in my wheelhouse. No can do. Except. I …
