Do you remember how old you were the first time you were told never to pray for patience? I believe I was around 8, and I was at a Mother-Daughter banquet at our church. I have to laugh at this because at the time I thought, in all of my 8-year-old wisdom, that talking about patience at a Mother's Day celebration was pretty weird---Then I grew up and had a kid, I totally understand. In fact, I started thinking about patience and my lack of it the day I found out I was pregnant. I can not even fathom the number of times in my life my mom would try to tell me that I had to be patient. Back to patience and being pregnant. I self-proclaimed that God tried to prepare me for motherhood by giving me morning sickness---7 out of 9 months, I had to learn that somebody else was getting ready to rule my life in the form of a 7 lb, 7 oz little bundle of joy, who by the way, turned 24 this week and that was what I THOUGHT my blog would be about. No, this ended up being the week, God decided t...