Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Oh patience.

One time, I dated a guy who called me bible girl. He wasn't Mormon. Which doesn't really mean anything about his religiosity because he owned a well-used bible with a duct-taped cover. And sometimes he shared his favorite scriptures with me. We'd be watching tv, and then he'd say, You know what scripture I like? And then he'd read it. This actually only happened one time. But I loved that moment so much, I think I put it on repeat in my brain. It had nothing to do with him reading the bible. I mean it did, but only because it was him—and he could get away with making me read a verse in the middle of just sitting around. I guess I knew he'd probably never done that with any other girl—showing a girl something about God & something that he loved.

This is all just to say that I love the book of James. For this verse:
But let patience have her perfect work that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.

1 comment:

  1. I love that, too. We just enjoyed a really inspiring Stake Conference, where "perfection," meaning, "fully-developed" was one of the topics. I will need a lot of patience (both from me, and for me), until I am fully developed. And I'd probably need more than this life time, too.


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