Was it from a song that I heard when I was busy doing something else this morning? I think so. ‘Things don’t (or won’t) grow if you don’t bless them with your patience. I liked it. Blessing something with patience. I’d never thought of patience as a blessing to others before. I have little of it. But to see it as a gift that one can nurture and then bestow on others is different. Bless me with more of it. So that I can truly pay attention.
Half the housework done. A new regime, one half one day the other the next. It never feels good enough, but then what ever does. We do the best we can. Will there be more sweet peas this morning?
