Our Father gave His Son, Christ gave His Life, what gifts will we give?
Patience. Behold we count them happy which endure. James 5:11
A young man was diagnosed with an incurable illness. Over time the disease slowly sapped his strength and his vitality, until finally he was bedridden. He spoke to a neighbor who saw him one afternoon up and outside in his yard. The neighbor asked if he was feeling better. “No,” he replied. “But I have discovered that I have enough energy to be active for about one hour every day. I am determined to do as much as I can with that hour.”
Although he prayed for strength his disease continued to progress. Miraculously, when this man was in his seventies a cure was discovered. He was treated and soon began to improve. Each new hour was a gift. In the remaining years of his life he was able to spend more and more time in productive activity. He had prepared himself during the long years of his illness by patient endurance and by planning and using the little time he could each day.
How fortunate we are. How precious an hour can be.
Patience, a precious gift.