I’m not a religious person, but since I have been raised in the Bible belt, I know a thing or two about religion. In fact, I just took those Pew research surveys that were all the rage last week on Fac.ebook and got a 100% on the religion quiz.
Anywho, as I am not a religious person, I’ve not been inducted into formalized praying, you know night time prayers and praying for sick folks. My family is more of the “my thoughts are with you” and lemme-bring-you-a-casserole persuasion. That being said, all day today, I’ve been thinking, “oh, please give me patience. Let me be able to wait for the right child to come into my life. Patience, yeah. I need a little patience,” which is the closest I ever come to praying. Seriously, that thought or one like it has been on a loop, in the back of my head, ever since I got an email from my counselor today.
See, we went on AdoptUsKids and looked at some of the kids there. I wrote my counselor to ask about them, and she wrote back, really quickly, with details. None, not one, of those kids is a good fit for our family (we have other kids and two, small, sweet doggies). My counselor, who is a sweet, sweet person, reminded me, kindly, to be patient.
So, I’m trying.
BTW, if you want to see some funny/disturbing stuff, goo.gle “Give Me Patience.” Most of the image results show images of little pictures like this one: