Patience is not waiting quietly; it is accepting that time belongs to God. Impatience comes from pride — the belief that events should unfold according to our plan. But the world does not move by our schedule. Every delay, every interruption, exposes the smallness of our control. This week I saw that real patience has no resentment. It does not pretend calm while boiling inside. It is a peace born from faith that things unfold as they must. To be patient is to let reality breathe, to let others be imperfect, and to do ones duty without complaint. When patience grows, so does discernment. A hurried man makes foolish choices; a patient man sees clearly. Time reveals truth if we stop fighting it.