I think that for the most part, I am a patient person.  I try to be really understanding of other people and I work to not judge them for their shortcomings because heaven knows I have my own.  But I am not as patient with things.
For example: waiting for my mission call.
I am preparing to serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  For those who aren't aware, these missions last between 18-24 months and are completely voluntary.  Missionaries are not paid.  They spend all day, every day sharing the gospel with the people in the area that they are serving in.  Missionaries don't get to choose where they go.  Instead, they fill out an application or recommendation for service that includes a ton of information, go through ecclesiastical interviews, and once all that is done, the paperwork is sent to church headquarters in Salt Lake City, UT where church leaders are inspired by God as to where the missionary is to serve.
It can be a long process, but my paperwork came together surprisingly quickly, especially since I wasn't sure when I wanted to go on my mission.  Over Christmas break, I was debating about when I should go.  There are a lot of things that I am going to miss by being gone: my oldest sister is expecting their first baby, my younger sister will graduate high school before I get back, and my little brother will be almost old enough to drive.  Not to mention my parents' 25th anniversary, a bunch of birthdays, at least 1 Christmas....
I was trying to justify serving after I finished my Bachelor's program here at BYU.  Because I earned my Associate of Arts degree in high school, I am about 2 years ahead of the average freshman here.  That means I could finish in the same amount of time it will take me to serve an 18-month mission.  And by serving my mission after school, I could ensure that I wouldn't miss so many big life events.  But as I vacillated, I realized that missionary service is time spent serving the Lord, and that is not something that I should put off for personal reasons.
So I started my paperwork, which came together impressively quickly, and within a week I was done with everything but my interviews, both of which went fine.  On January 16th my papers were sent to Salt Lake, and now here I am.
Waiting.
It's the strangest feeling, not knowing where I am going to be spending the next year and a half.  Especially since this is such a huge life decision for me.  But I know that I am supposed to go, and I know that now is the time.  I am so grateful for the chance I have to share the gospel and that I will be able to touch the lives of those who need it most.  I know that wherever I end up is where God needs me, and that my mission call will be here exactly when it is supposed to be.  Being humble enough to accept His will for my life isn't easy, but I am being blessed as I try to do so.

bisous xx