In recent months, almost every time I meet with God, I begin thinking of His patience and longsuffering with me over the years. I love these attributes of God. I am verrrry thankful for His kindness in this area.
I often wonder why I've progressed so slowly. (At least it seems that way to me.) I look back on bright seasons of growth mixed with times of struggle, distraction and failure. Over the years, I have pleaded with God to not give up on me, and I'm happy to say, He's answered that prayer. (I'm still living and breathing and growing.)
When I've been apathetic, God has lit fires to wake me from my slumber. He's had to do this numerous times.
When I've been selfish, God has lovingly showed me better ways. He's done this over and over, year after year.
When I've been prideful or presumptuous, instead of angrily deflating my balloon, God has patiently shined His light on my error.