Ashamed

That I lose patience in situations that take up the least amount of my time.

I find myself extending very little grace to the Wendy's worker when it takes 2 1/2 minutes to plate my order rather than 45 seconds.

It's not her fault that just before I ordered someone else asked for 12 happy-meal-deals and 7 cheesy-breezies with extra smokey sauce.

When will I realize that my thoughts of bitterness and anxiety over the misperceived urgency of the situation are the ones I must take captive in order to live in the kingdom?

The line at the fast-food restaurant has proven the litmus test of my character development.

"Yes, I guess I'll need some more fruit of the Spirit with that frosty. To go."