“We should savor even the seemingly ordinary times, for life cannot be made up of all kettledrums and crashing cymbals. There must be some flutes and violins. Living cannot be all crescendo; there must be some counterpoint. Clearly, without patience, we will learn less in life. We will see less. We will feel less. We will hear less. Ironically, rush and more usually mean less. The pressures of now, time and time again, go against the grain of the gospel with its eternalism.”
“The patient person assumes that what others have to say is worth listening to. A patient person is not so chronically eager to put forth his own idea. In true humility, we do some waiting upon others. We value them for what they say and what they have to contribute. Patience and humility are special friends.”
“Patience is, therefore, clearly not fatalistic, shoulder-shrugging resignation; it is accepting a divine rhythm to life; it is obedience prolonged. Patience stoutly resists pulling up the daisies to see how the roots are doing!”
-Neal A. Maxwell
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