Creator, teach me to be patient —
with life, with people, and with myself.
I sometimes try to hurry things along too much,
and I push for answers before the time is right.
Teach me to trust Your sense of timing
rather than my own and to surrender my will
to Your greater and wiser plan.
Help me let life unfold slowly,
like the small rose bud whose petals unravel bit by bit,
and remind me that in hurrying the bloom along,
I destroy the bud and much of the beauty therein.
Instead, let me wait for all to unfold in its own time.
Each moment and state of growth contains a loveliness.
Teach me to slow down enough to appreciate
life and all it holds.