I wrote recently about perseverance. In gratitude for Meg Wheatley’s book by the same name.
I’m picking up this book quite a bit lately. In the mornings. Randomly selecting a page. Reading the passage. Sitting quietly with it, the way I would a friend. And treating the passage as a kind of guide for the day.
Something in me is seeking. And tender. And persevering. And based on today’s reading, growing in patience.
The words below are all from Meg’s book, pages 140-141. Including the St. Augustine quote. There is a gift to essence, isn’t there.
The reward of patience is patience.
St. Augustine, born 354.
Perseverance is a journey seemingly without end.
Yet it has a few destinations or rewards, one of which is patience.
It’s not that we start out patient.
We don’t persevere because we are patient people.
We become patient because we have too.
There is no choice — the work is endless.
Everyday we have to make a choice.
Will we give up, or will we keep going?
When day after day we are willing to keep going we discover,
quite to our amazement, that we have become patient.
And then we just continue on.
Day after day.