Be patient with God and with yourselves. Sometimes, being too hasty can damage things in a way that can hardly be reversed.

Looking at this from another angle, you know sometimes, diligent people are found in the most unlikely places. I already sited David (in the field) and Joseph (in the prison) as examples, now let me bring it home. Some years ago, we were preparing for my parents’ wedding anniversary party. I had to travel to go help my mum do some things and also help her pick what I was supposed to wear as her Maid of honor. Now, it’s important to note at this point that almost, if not all my fabrics are bought by mum. She has a good eye for amazing fabrics and since she enjoys buying them for me, who am I not to accept? The first day I tried to buy a fabric myself, I was shocked at the price I was told; made me appreciate mum the more. Back to my story; so that day, we left for the fabric store. I was still not happy that I had to go with her, especially because I knew she would have done a great job herself.  When we got there, she showed me the lace and even though it was lovely, I felt it was too expensive and said so, but since it wasn’t my occasion, I kept my mouth shut, let it not be like I wanted to spoil someone’s day. When we were finished with all we wanted to buy, we went home and I packed my bag ready to travel back. My mum then asked where the fabric was and if I wasn’t going to her tailor’s for measurements before going back. I told her no, that I had a tailor in the east that would do a great job. She didn’t believe me, she kept wondering how a ‘rural’ tailor would make a better dress than an ‘urban’ one.  Lol… She reminded me how expensive the fabric was and how it won’t be a bit funny if she spoilt the dress and so on… It took her will power to trust my decision and also not to insist that I sew the dress with her tailor. Now, I can’t exactly remember how I found this my tailor, but I did. The point of this long story is that she didn’t look like she could do much; appearances really could be deceptive. I still remember her name, Lizzy. All the clothes she ever made for me were so good, people always stopped to ask who made them. Her shop wasn’t the ‘talk of the town’ kind. It was a bit far and small, but she knew her stuff and knew it well.  She had paid the price to learn. Then, her price was just a bit higher than others in the locality but trust her to always get the job done excellently. The thing I liked most about her was that she wasn’t much of a talker. Also, she was focused and her seams were neat!  I’m sure you wanna hear the end of the maid of honor dress, right? I would too. #winks# So, I went back a day or so before the anniversary celebration and mum was so excited she wanted to see my dress, but trust your girl na, I refused to show her till the day. On the D-day we were all dressing in the room; my cousins and I, and immediately I put on the dress they were like ‘wow!’ ‘Ah! Ada, your dress is so beautiful, who made it for you?’ When mum saw it, she was speechless.  Me, I just smiled because just both of us knew the gist.  The funny thing is that the cloth the ‘rural’ tailor made ended up trumping all those made by the ‘urban’ tailor including hers (shhh… don’t tell her I said so).  #highfive#