Love is patient.

I'm giving up coffee for Lent. To understand the gravity of this decision, I need to explain that I work at a coffee shop/lunch spot where the stuff is free and readily available to me. I also worked for Starbucks for years where I developed an addiction to double tall, no whip white chocolate mochas that continues to this day. I love coffee culture and enjoy nothing more than a cup in a coffeehouse with a friend with cool music and milk steaming in the background. My friends are pretty sure it's gonna turn me into a scowling, caffeine-starved beast. But I've decided. And it feels like a sacrifice.

In preparation for my java fast, I decided to try giving up coffee yesterday. Instead of my usual, I had earl grey tea, which is lovely, especially in a latte with steamed soy and vanilla. I thought I had conquered the impulse, found a suitable substitute for my vice. But today, I woke with achy shoulders, shaky legs and a wicked headache. So now I sit, half-defeated at Starbucks, sipping on my white mocha, asking myself how I'm gonna do this. I have six more days to be patient with myself before I leap headlong into faith and obedience. And maybe nausea.

I think sometimes love is like that. Stubbornly pushing through unmet hopes, unsettling conversations and determined resolve to see what's on the other side. Making sacrifices for the good of what could be. But also understanding that there are mornings I'm gonna wake up with the ache that comes from feeling like I've been hit by a truck with "resistance" spelled across the grill.

I've always thought of patience as one of those passive virtues, like a grandmother praying for her family while she knits. Quietly strong and persistent. But I'm realizing that patience is sometimes a frontline assault. It's a decision to stay with something or someone even when you aren't getting what you want. It's believing in hanging on, even when your rope is a tenuous thread, because the outcome, when it happens, will be oh so worth it.

"Love is never tired of waiting. Love is kind. Love has no envy. Love has no high opinion of itself. Love has no pride. Love's ways are ever fair. It takes no thought for itself. It is not quickly made angry. It takes no account of evil. It takes no pleasure in wrongdoing, but has joy in what is true. Love has the power of undergoing all things, having faith in all things, hoping all things."

I may not always be patient with myself or those closest to me, but I want a love that is.