This week the writing group I am part of is meeting to consider the latest pieces of writing that are to be contributed to a devotional book for 2014. I missed last month’s meeting as my mind, emotions and body were in the depths of moving.

Tonight I should be working on at least one of the two pieces that I still have outstanding. A third piece is already written, although the inspiration for that struck on the walk between home and school. I was spotted looking as though I was talking on my mobile as I walked. I was in fact trying to record the meditation that had chosen that moment to make an appearance.

One of my pieces I’ve to write on is patience. The other is even more fascinating, but I’m not giving it away because the joy of being part of this writers group is that pieces are submitted to the book anonymously. You may know that I have written, but you will not necessarily know which pieces are mine within the book.

I’m struggling with patience both in term of writing about it and living with it. Although as I write this I can suddenly see a glimmer of an idea appearing.

I’m struggling with patience in terms of writing because how do you convey the waiting and the expectation. I need to search out some Biblical root to hang it on, and I suspect that will happen in a waiting room tomorrow.

In terms of living with it, patience is stretched because people (usually of a small variety) insist on telling me in a minute. Sometimes the minute stretches to half an hour.

See the noon of patience is taking shape. Sometimes just sharing,expecting no response,allows you to see things in a whole new way.