Regal and Majestic, the white tiger roams the jungle, looking for that one thing he needs. Unable to accept the patience, he so desperately needs, he allows the green leaves, to scratch his coat, leaving a trail of cotton wool behind. His impatience forces him, to make mistakes, he otherwise would not make. The only way to his destination, is by waiting in the shadows, for that one prey, and that one opportunity. White tigers are hunters, who know what they do, but just like the white tiger, we can fail to camouflage ourselves, in the shadows of the jungle, and miss our most important meal of the day! But when we learn, to lay low in the bushes, of this jungle of life, in complete patience and focus, we will reach our target, faster than we could ever imagine.
Patience is a virtue, not easily learned, but too important, to miss out on.
When the land is in sight, after an endless journey, my heart fills with joy, until I remember, that the last steps, are usually the hardest. With the sweat on my brow, I cry silent tears, in my hopeless heart. Is it a fata morgana? An illusion in my mind? In the extreme exhaustion, my heart becomes confused, wondering whether I had it right. Was this the land, the land that God asked me to go to? Or was I mistaken, wrong about everything I thought, God spoke to me in dreams? I pray, first silently, then louder and louder, until my heart screams, “Why have you forsaken me”? The inches I walk become slower, until I stand still in awe of myself, my misunderstanding, my hopes and dreams in something, that might never be. So, now I am at a crossroad. Wondering whether to continue, this extreme endurance, or whether to go back, to the life I knew before. I do not know… So, I wait for the silent whisper, gently encouraging me, to put my one foot, in front of the other, in blind courage, in blind faith, of an invisible God, a promise I cannot see, a situation that seems, impossible. Faith is like a mustard seed, that fell into the ground, and died. As my heart is slowly dying, I know a tree will spring up, in the depth of my heart, with strong roots, able to conquer any storm. Looking around this endless desert, I still see the small houses, shimmering at the horizon, and no matter how impossible it may seem, I know, all I have to do is believe, that those houses, no matter how unreal they seem, are put there for me. Victory comes to those, who choose to go on, when everything inside, tells them to give up! So, I choose victory, in whatever form it comes, so that one day I can tell, a world of disbelief, that the Spirit kept me going, when I could not belief. To God be the glory, for He was with me!