Patience

Said, woman, take it slow

And things will be just fine

You and I'll just use a little patience. 

(Guns-N-Roses)

I waited patiently for The Lord; 

        he turned to me and heard my cry. 

He lifted me out of the slimy pit, 

        out of the mud and mire;

he set my feet on a rock

        and gave me a firm place to stand.

He put a new song in my mouth, 

        a hymn of praise to our God.

Many will see and fear

        and put their trust in The Lord. 

(Psalm 40: 1-3, NIV)

About a week ago, I was feeling the weight of the world in a very serious way. I realized the I was over my threshold of two major things and was enduring daily requirements along with three major pressures:

1. My husband's and my application for his green card, adjustment-of-status, and persevering through endless red tape. The process is tiresome, thankless, and very expensive.

2. I have been networking, applying, and researching about job opportunities, post-doctorate. The jobs have come in all shapes, sizes, salaries, and locations.

3. I'm still waiting on my comprehensive exam results. 

Yesterday, something happened that allowed me to have a *little* more patience. One of the jobs came back with a "nibble" and said that I've been advanced to the semi-finals. There is still much more work to do, but Zheng and I are relieved at this bit of good news. 

Our friend Bob, who was also the "great man" at our wedding, says that he teaches patience. He reminds us that he does not "practice" it. 

I totally understand.