Time and patience go hand in hand, right. Sometimes they conflict, when we want to move things along faster, for instance. Other times they compliment, as when something unexpected happens. I received a cloaked message today from a visitor.
About *3* summers ago I took a class about ArcMap, which included assisting some Jr. High students in a project utilizing the program and them presenting their product at a Science Fair Symposium in Juneau the following spring. Parents of one out of two students that made it all the way to the symposium asked if they could borrow $200 to let her buy things whilst there. I agreed. They never paid me back or mentioned it. And I wrote it off as a loss, knowing good karma would be the gain. In all honesty, I could take the loss and they couldn't.
So, today I get a knock on the door (at school). The dad of that student walks in and hands me two chrisp $100 bills. I responded with a "Wow! Quyana!" for obvious reasons. He stood there for a minute. Then, he sedately said, "Well, we owe you. I'm not sorry. But, you know, my wife, she is." Another half a minute pause went by. "Thanks for your patience," he said as he walked towards the door.
Never mind the sweet bonus. The reminder I received was just as valuable. Everything that is meant to happen shall on its own time; I need only be patient and keep pursuing. When I'm ready to receive those gifts they will be bestowed upon me.