Patience has never come easy. My natural reaction is to push, pull, and move. The idea of letting something develop with a pace and process that is naturally its own does not fit into my way of thinking about human efforts.
Each morning I look out over the trees of embassy row and the botanical gardens. There is an unusual quietness in the early dawn for a city. Frequently, the there is a thin layer of wispy clouds or steam hanging around the trees tops. I know that there individuals that care for these trees. They tend to have a light touch, letting the trees and foliage grown in its own way and time.
The model reminds me of a friend. I wish I could say that I have motivated him to move at a pace that I recognize (fast, furious). I do not think I have. Over the years I have come to appreciate his approach. He works hard, intense in a way that is uniquely his. My respect has grown because I can see quality in his work, thoughtfulness in the results of his handiwork, and a strong sense of compassion. It is a powerful combination I do not usually find in others. While I can be supportive, his results will emerge in a time of his choosing. It cannot be rushed.
In times past, the conversation between others that were close reflects the natural trust that emerges with experience. Paul, in a conversation with friends about another, reminded them; “I’ve done my best to get him to pay you a visit, but haven’t talked him into it yet. He doesn’t think this is the right time. But there will be a ‘right time.’” (1 Corinthians 16.12)
Experience between them had left a bond of trust and confidence with space. It was true then, and I find it true today. I know there will be times that I do not understand. I also know that giving another the space with my support and faith they look for is the path to a positive result.