Waiting

For me, waiting is not always an easy thing to do.  However, as I mature, I get better at distracting myself when I have to wait.
When I was much younger, I used to hate to wait for a phone call from a boy I liked. I would sit by the house phone and grab the receiver at the first ring. If the call was for someone else in my family, I'd often dispense of the caller with a polite, "He/she can't come to the phone right now. I'll tell him/her you called."  I needed to have that phone line free so my crush could get through. (Of course, this was before the era of  cell phone and other such communications technology.)
Today, I'm waiting for the post office to redeliver a parcel package. I want to get it in my hands and sign for it because what's inside is a ring that's special to me. The postman didn't leave it here on the first delivery because no one was home to sign for it.  The postal service said it would be redelivered today. I've been inside the house all day, waiting. I don't want to miss the delivery again.  But, it's 3:44 pm, and my package hasn't arrived yet. I'm going to pray for more patience. Then, I'm getting on the phone to see if I can locate my package. Thankfully, I'm growing with the waiting process, so I'm not yet agitated. I do, however, want my package today.
Smiles,
Sylvia