The Still Small Voice, the one with the ability to see everything, spoke to my heart very clearly on Sunday about patience and kindness.
I haven't been very patient with the kiddos lately.
I haven't yelled or lost my temper, but I have been generally impatient.
And I was reminded about the exasperation in my voice, in the way I answer, sometimes too sharply, sometimes too short.
I asked myself whether that fruit was evident in my life. The fruit of patience.
The fruit of responding kindly to accidental spills, and inconvenient demands.
Not with a big sigh or stinging rebuke.
So glad to be Reminded.