I have no patience. None.  It’s a virtue, I know.  Something you should never pray for (or you will be given opportunity to test it, or so I hear), something that wise and strong people possess in abundance. I have none. When I want to lose weight, I don’t want to make small changes over time, I want to see results  NOW.  When I am shopping for something, I am way to easily convinced to buy it where I am than to check the prices and drive all over town looking for a better deal.  When I write a blog it is almost painful for me to hit the ‘schedule’ button.  I just want to post it.  NOW. I have no patience. For the next few months I get the opportunity to build some. Which is funny, because I don’t remember praying for that. But hey, you get what you need and I guess what I need is the chance to see what it’s like living the next 4 or so months in limbo, not knowing where we’ll call home this summer. We could go west.  We could go east.  We will not be staying here. And by ‘we will not’ I mean, you know, probably not since we can’t be certain about anything. Wait.  That’s not true. We can be certain that God will be in this posting season.  Other people might have to consider trying to discern the will of God in where they should live.  Conveniently, the army does that for us.  Easy peasy lemon squeezy.  We don’t have to make big decisions…