Mr. Smith Teaches Patience

They say, “When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.” I wasn’t ready for Mr. Smith.

He taught me patience. It was a painful process, but lastnight, he said, “You have more patience than you give yourself credit for.” Thank you Mr. Smith.

We live two hours away from one another, so texting keeps us in touch. When we first met, I asked him, “Where do you like to go to sit in peace?” He told me, “The Ranch.”

I had no clue what ranch his was referring to , but could see how that could be peaceful. Back then, I thought texting was about immediate response. ‘If you’re going to have a conversation, then let’s keep it flowing’, was my thought. He would pause before responding, and send me a thought out response.

That showed me how thoughtful he is, and it felt like an actual conversation instead of texting.

Here is how I learned patience, and he hasn’t changed, so it’s still in practice today. Whoever texts last, would wait for the other to respond. This might be minutes, or hours, but we agreed to wait.

In the beginning it was like torture! I didn’t wanna wait! Technology is meant to be fast!

Then one day, we were having this beautiful conversation, and he just disappeared. I didn’t think much about when it was only a few minutes, but as the hours went by I became concerned. I texted him just to make sure he was okay. No response.

Of course I worked myself into a frenzy running every scenario imaginable through my mind. Then, my phone buzzed, and it was him. I am sure he couldn’t understand why I was so worked up, when all he had done was gone to the Ranch.

He was sitting in peace, and I was ready to dial 911.

He realized that he forgot to tell me there is no good phone service on the Ranch. My sweetest memory of this whole fiasco is, he drove to the top of the ranch, where he would get a signal, and responded.

We have come a long way Mr. Smith. Thank you for patience.

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He sent this yesterday.
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Introducing, Mr. Smith

Once I left my 25 year marriage, I felt like a failure.

“I don’t need no man”, was my tagline. That is what I told myself, but there is a difference between need, and want. I like men, and knew one day the right one would show up. At the time he didn’t look like what I envisioned, but that was just another thought process that needed letting go. God had proved multiple times that His plan is nothing like mine.

Time has passed, and I see that people come into my life for a reason, and sometimes only a season. Each person has made me better in some way. My hope would be that they are better for visiting, but that is up to them. A really good relationship is about so much more than love. This year I’ve learned patience.

It takes a butt ton of patience, and understanding.

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When I met Mr. Smith I told him, “You don’t have to worry about breaking my heart. I can do that myself!” More time has passed, and I know that he wouldn’t.

When I told him, “God gave me this title, Bentnotbroken,” Smith showed me a picture of his back. Tattooed from the top of his spine, all the way down, were the words, “Bent not broken.”

I just sat there in shock, and stared at the picture.

Had God given me a Blog/Book title, or a man?

Who You Are

I bought a necklace on Etsy, and wore it everyday. It was a Meme that said, “Life doesn’t sparkle unless you do.” The finish started peeling off from the wear.

I found this one today, and purchased it immediately.

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I was looking for this quote, and found the necklace.

That is the same way I found the other necklace. Just out of curiosity. Is it a Meme, or a necklace? It’s both. I’m excited to give my other one a much needed rest.

I’m learning about stillness. It is hard to find complete stillness. To sit still, or have alone time is one thing, but to tune into your surroundings and everything is completely still, at the same moment?

It’s a magical moment to find out who you really are.

Airplane Mode

When you travel by plane, the stewardess will ask that you put your phone on airplane mode. I use that time for my phone and me to rest, and turn it off.

That setting does come in handy though. I use it every night before bed. If I set the alarm on my phone to wake me up the next day, this setting allows the alarm to do so. The phone operates normally because email, messaging, and social media notifications come in, but are kept quiet. No more being jolted awake by the buzzing of life via phone.

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You have power over your life, but are you in control?

This morning, I grabbed a cup of coffee, and sat in the front porch swing, watching the day begin. A bird has decided to build a nest in one of our Boston Fern hanging baskets. You can read about those here. As I sat there, she flew by with a beak full of twigs, and landed on the chain holding the swing in place, right beside me. As if saying, “Top of the morning to ya!”

There is nothing in my life today that comes before the beauty of a new day. Just sitting quietly, spending time with God, and pondering the days possibilities. I wouldn’t be awake if it wasn’t for Him, so it makes sense to spend time in gratitude for another day.

Life has a natural ebb and flow. Are you in it?

Sleep. That will be another Blog, but I will say this. Listen to your body, and I mean really tap in. My body needs a solid 7 hours a night of rest. If I’ve had a busy week, I don’t set my alarm Friday through Sunday. My body wakes up when it’s ready for the day. Walking across the room, I glance at my phone to see what came in and is waiting, but it can wait.

Airplane mode. It’s not just for airplanes.

It’s a Start

New day. New Blog. New me. Same God.

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To come upon a door that is stunningly beautiful requires walking through all it’s predecessors. What’s behind each door will bend us, but God won’t let us break.

Every door is a new beginning. It holds a start, a middle, and an end. The ending depends on time, and how much is needed. We can let the door shut, or wedge something in there before it closes completely. Some will slam shut, but there are tools for that! A hammer, and nails can reinforce it, making it difficult to reopen, but a crowbar can pry it open.

Lay the crowbar aside, rest, and wait for a new door. They become prettier with time, and it will speak to your heart. What’s on the other side serves as practice for what’s next; growing us in strength, and character. Stay the full journey; being mindful, brave and present. Be grateful, and your heart will feel it start to close giving you time to exit gracefully.

A door opened in May 2014 to begin writing at https://letitgocoach.com/ In May 2015, this domain name was established, and you can see God’s timeline in the About section. The past 3 years of writing came from walking through doors, and they were nothing like this beautiful one pictured above.

Someone gave me this door. (The picture) Her name is Sarah, and she is a beautiful soul sister within my journey. She sent this picture via Facebook, and wrote, “Because this is stunning just like you!” She had no idea about this new Blog. Bent Not Broken beholds a beautiful, new door, and it’s exciting to ponder what inside. Hello first post! It’s a start…