This is an amendment and add-on if you will (I work in the medical field, so this is allowed). I hate being late for things, okay maybe hate is too strong. I dislike immensely being late (better?), to anything. Especially when the thing I am late to is church. It’s Wednesday and the church I attend has a mid-week service. I live forty-five minutes from my church (on a good day with no traffic). Today I rush home have shower and leave, I give myself an extra fifteen minute cushion…for just in case. I get on the turnpike, and all is right with the world, we are moving along at great and steady pace. I am 2 miles away from my exit, when BAM! Traffic, and by traffic I mean gridlock. WHAT!!!! COME ON!!!! It took me forty minutes to go 2 miles (I wish this were an exaggeration)…therefore, LATE! Here’s irony for you…I get to church (half an hour late), and here are the first words out of my pastor’s mouth, “Wait. Wondering when…Is it possible that God is trying to teach you patience?” Ahhhhh! God’s stalking me! I can’t help but laugh as I write this. In everything, there is a lesson to learn. What’s my lesson? God is still God, a forty minute traffic jam won’t change that, nor will getting to church half-an-hour late. Patience. Okay Lord, got it.