I learned patience. I say that tongue and cheek since I'm not sure we ever learn patience. I remember thinking, "I'm prepared because I've had to learn patience with my sisters and my brother." That was nothing. Patience with companions, patience with investigators, patience with the clock and calendar, patience with the mail, patience with the long walks, patience with the rice and beans still cooking, patience with the members. Patience for damp clothes that were hand washed and never quite dry in the humidity, patience for yourself and your ability to learn a language. Patience for prayers to be answered, promises to be kept, people to follow through on commitments. The art of waiting. And not getting stirred up about it.
How Heavenly Father must truly be patient with his children!!
This skill has helped
with my students
with my children
with my family (the one I'm from and the one I joined)
with my callings
with Ivan's cancer, speech delays, pregnancies, and potty-training,
with long hours of residents
I am thankful everyday for my mission. It helps me be a better person.
I wish there were pictures to post, but please exercise patience. I haven't been able to find the ones I have in digital form.