The number one thing the trial of MS has taught me is to have patience because I’ve had to wait many times. You’d think that after ten years I’d be perfectly patient but you’d be wrong. Just yesterday I tried to organize my pantry after planning it out in my mind, but just before that I had done something that made me greatly tired.

For my pantry project I got as far as turning on the lights and sitting on a kitchen chair and staring into the room before realizing it wasn’t going to happen and that I was done for the day. All I had the energy for was to sit on my reclined living room chair and go on my iPad. I thought, If the Lord wants me to just sit, when I want to do so much more, then I’ll do it.

Of course I felt bummed and sad and that tears would flow if I thought about the sadness, but I’d rather be strong than sad and I’d rather submit to my limitations than be bummed, so I sat on my chair and looked on my iPad and didn’t dwell on crummy things.

Life isn’t fair and disappointments are an inevitable part of life but it’s my responses to experiences that matters. My actions say how I am. Even though I’m not perfectly patient my ability to be patient has greatly improved and my natural reactions to things I don’t like have strengthened.