Patience is more than endurance.
We are all jars of clay in the hand of our potter. He is adjusting, molding, and creating us. We, as the clay, cannot see the end result, but the Creator knows how He is forming us. He is molding us, and it is uncomfortable. He goes on stretching and tearing us, knowing that his momentary light affliction will only produce in us a greater work of glory.
Patience is trusting. Our relationship with Jesus is mainted by the patient work of faith.
“Though He slay me, yet will I wait for Him.”
I like the way Oswald Chambers says it, “Faith is not pathetic sentiment, but robust vigorous confidence built on the fact that God is holy love.”
We cannot see His full purpose, we cannot understand why He is doing what He is doing, we cannot fully see Him, but we know Him. We know His goodness. He is a God of love.
The shipwreck of our soul occurs when our mind and heart is not firmly established in the understanding and belief that God is a God of holy love. Faith is courage – patience is heroic. Faith is throwing ourselves in reckless confidence on our loving God.