I believe that a trusting attitude and a patient attitude go hand

Host: The room was calm, the only sound the soft ticking of a clock on the wall, marking the quiet rhythm of time passing. Outside, the evening sky had deepened into shades of purple and blue, with a few stars just beginning to emerge. The air inside was warm, filled with the gentle hum of a life lived in balance. Jack sat on the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him, a book resting on his lap. Jeeny sat beside him, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her tea cup, her gaze lost in thought.

Jeeny: (breaking the silence, her voice gentle) “Joyce Meyer once said, ‘I believe that a trusting attitude and a patient attitude go hand in hand. You see, when you let go and learn to trust God, it releases joy in your life. And when you trust God, you’re able to be more patient. Patience is not just about waiting for something... it’s about how you wait, or your attitude while waiting.’”

(She glanced at him, her eyes soft but serious.) “Do you think trust and patience really go hand in hand like that?”

Jack: (looking up from his book, his expression thoughtful) “Trust and patience, huh? I don’t know... it sounds like one of those things that sounds good in theory, but it’s harder in practice. Trusting something — or someone — means you have to let go of control. And letting go? That takes time.”

Jeeny: (nodding slowly, a faint smile on her lips) “It does. But maybe that’s the point. Trust isn’t about forcing an outcome; it’s about allowing things to unfold, and that’s where patience comes in. Patience isn’t just waiting for something to happen — it’s how you handle the waiting. How you show up for the process.”

Jack: (pausing, his gaze distant as if turning the idea over in his mind) “I’ve always thought of patience as a passive thing. Like you wait, and eventually, the world delivers what it promised. But I guess I’ve never considered what happens in the waiting. How it changes you.”

Jeeny: (leaning back, her voice calm) “Exactly. You can’t just wait and expect everything to fall into place. You have to live while you wait. And when you trust — trust that the timing is right, trust that everything will unfold the way it’s meant to — you can relax into the process.”

Jack: (smiling slightly, a trace of doubt in his voice) “Relaxing sounds great. But how do you relax when everything feels uncertain? When it feels like the clock is ticking, and nothing is happening?”

Jeeny: (gently, her voice steady and full of understanding) “That’s where the trust comes in. Trusting that you’re not alone in the waiting. When you let go of trying to control the outcome, you free yourself from the anxiety of waiting. And that’s when the joy shows up. It’s not about what’s coming next. It’s about finding peace with where you are.”

Host: The air in the room felt different now, lighter, as if the conversation had opened a door to a new understanding. The soft glow of the lamp seemed to brighten slightly, casting a warm, golden hue across the space. Jack leaned back against the couch, a deep breath escaping his lips.

Jack: (reflectively, almost whispering) “So trust isn’t just about believing things will work out. It’s about being okay with the not-knowing, the waiting. It’s about accepting where you are while you’re waiting for where you’re going.”

Jeeny: (nodding, her voice warm and reassuring) “Exactly. When you trust that things are happening as they should, you don’t need to rush through the waiting. You learn to be patient, not just in the sense of time, but in the sense of your attitude. Patience is about being kind to yourself while you wait for what’s next.”

Jack: (a faint smile forming as he relaxed into the couch, the weight of his thoughts shifting) “I think I’m starting to get it. Patience isn’t passive at all. It’s active. It’s a choice to be present, to stay grounded while the world shifts around you.”

Jeeny: (smiling, her eyes soft but bright) “Yes. And the more you trust, the more you’ll find joy in the process, rather than just the outcome. It’s like the journey becomes the destination.”

Host: The stillness between them felt comfortable, not heavy, like two people who had discovered a simple, quiet truth. The world outside continued on, the rain falling steadily now, but inside, there was peace. The waiting didn’t feel like a burden anymore. It felt like a space to be.

Jack: (his voice quieter now, almost to himself) “Maybe the key isn’t in getting what you want. Maybe it’s in learning to be at peace with where you are while you’re waiting.”

Jeeny: (gently) “Exactly. And that’s where joy comes in. It’s not about what you’re waiting for, but about what you find while you’re waiting.”

Host: The room was warm now, not just from the fireplace, but from the shared understanding between them. Jack looked at her, his face softening as the weight of his thoughts finally settled.

Jack: (smiling with quiet realization) “I think I’m starting to trust that waiting doesn’t have to be so hard.”

Jeeny: (smiling back) “And with trust, patience becomes a gift, not a challenge.”

Host: The night deepened, and the soft sound of the rain outside created a soothing rhythm to the conversation that had shifted something inside. The waiting, once full of uncertainty and frustration, now felt like a time to breathe, to trust, and to find joy — not in the end, but in the process itself.

And as the night continued, the world outside became quieter, softer, while inside, the simple, quiet act of trust and patience began to feel like the most natural thing in the world.