My five year old loves Star Wars. When I say loves, I mean loves, plays, dreams, breathes Star Wars. I recently sat down with him to watch a suspenseful scene from one of the episodes in which Yoda battles it out with Count Dooku. We watched the scene together, but really I just watched him. He intently stared at the screen, never blinked, and swung his battery-operated light saber in sync with each of Yoda’s swipes. I wondered why he thought Yoda was so cool, why he would probably become Yoda’s padawan and leave me in a heartbeat for a distant planet like Naboo, to start his sacrificial life-long training as a Jedi.
Why would an elderly, stumpy, wrinkled and bristly-haired creature with rat ears and toad skin, not to mention his tattered potato-sack attire, dyslexia, delayed speech, and scoliosis, cause a preschooler to yell, cheer, and karate chop in excitement? I wasn’t quite sure at that moment, but I was pretty sure it was not his good looks.
It got me thinking about what characteristics he possessed and what made him so cool because, let’s face it, Yoda IS cool, regardless of your age, he can rock your face off. There are two traits that come to mind when I think of the little puce green machine. One is patience and the other is wisdom. The more I thought about these two, the more I realized how much they go hand in hand. I struggle with patience on a daily basis. I would love to be able to say that I’ve learned over the years to be a patient person, but I’d be lying. I’m not patient, but I’m working on it, and the more I try to be, the more I learn from it. Too often, I tend to push and pull on God, and don’t wait for his timing. I think I know better than him and although I would never say that, my actions show it. And then things don’t work out and I think I’m being punished or get discouraged and give up. If I had been patient and passed the reigns to Him, I would see what He really has in store for me. It always, always, turns out far better than I imagine if I stop demanding to be the driver and move over to the passenger seat . Besides, this way I can enjoy the wind in my hair and the amazing scenery while riding shotgun in God’s chariot. Giving up control and waiting on Him is the one of the most difficult things, but also the most enlightening.
So, as my good friend Yoda would say…Ahh, A Virtue, Patience Is…Wisdom, You Gain !
“Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him and he will do this: He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday sun. Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him…” Psalm 37:4-7
I am a mother of 2 boys, wait take that back, 3 boys including my husband. I grew up in Southern California, was transplanted to the Midwest, and live past the big oak tree, left at the fork in the road, and right into the middle of nowhere. I have a degree in Fashion, love contemporary and modern decor, and appreciate the Arts. My husband was born and raised in the Ozarks. His fashion sense includes 4 drawers of t-shirts, believes the only thing worthy enough to hang on the wall should come from the taxidermist, and also appreciates the Arts; the art of saw milling, the art of goat herding,the art of brush hogging, and the art of morel mushroom hunting. Amazingly, we just celebrated our 10 year anniversary. God is Good, All the Time! I blog about my lessons learned as a wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend at Dreams of Perfect Design. I like to share little snipits and snapshots of my everyday adventures, in hopes that maybe, just maybe, it will impact someone else’s life.