I’m not sure when we became a culture of “I want it, and I want it now” mentality. Or when the faster something could get done, the better it was. This is a concept I’ve been battling my entire life. I’m often just as guilty as the next person. When I order something online and they say it will arrive in 4 days and it hasn’t arrived by day 6, I get frustrated. Not because the company stinks or because mail service sucks no matter who is delivering it. No, I get frustrated because I’m excited to enjoy the thing I ordered and I can’t enjoy it because it’s not here yet. I’m not patient.
So a couple of months ago, my mother and father-in-law came to visit for a week. While they were here, my husband and his dad put in a water feature in our deck. It’s about 4 feet by 2 feet and I call it our little babbling brook. It’s not far from our bedroom and it has such a sweet sound of, well, water babbling, as we drift off to sleep each night. It’s almost like being next to a stream or river when you’re out camping.
This babbling brook of ours is surrounded by rocks and a few plants. It’s a work in progress as we shift things around to make it look and feel just right. When they first put it in I was super excited about having the birds that visit our feeder come swim in our little water space. I thought it would be such a fun bird bath for them. Except they didn’t come. A week went by, then two, then a month. No birds frolicking in the water.
I was disappointed for sure. Maybe it wasn’t in the right spot. Maybe they were afraid of it. Maybe we didn’t have the water needing kind of birds. I didn’t know. Eventually I kind of forgot about it. I love it for how it looks and the sound it makes, so that was that. Maybe we just weren’t meant to have birds come swim.
And then this week, I saw a little bird fly over and land on one of the rocks. I watched the bird closely to see what it would do. And the next thing you know it was in the water, splashing all around, flinging out water droplets in spray form as it shook it’s wings. Oh my was that a happy little bird. Oh my was I happy little human.
Cue from Mother Nature. You all know me by now, I take a lot of cues from nature. She works in perfect timing. Always. She makes no mistakes. Birds were not going to arrive until it was time. Not a second more. Not a second less. Nothing to worry about.
When you want something, no matter what it is, if it is supposed to come it will. And if not, it won’t. But impatience is energy that could be spent on something else. Focused elsewhere. Impatience is only negative energy that stresses you.
Sometimes patience means letting something go. You can fill in the blank for what this could mean for you. Like my hope for birds to come frolic in the bath. I let go of them coming in a certain time frame, or even coming at all. And voila, they showed up. In. The. Perfect. Time. <sigh>
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