The answer to our prayer may be coming although we may not discern its approach. A seed that is underground during winter although hidden and seemingly dead and lost is nevertheless taking root for a later spring and harvest.

Maybe this is a second doctoral program advanced learning about life death marriage mothering family faith patience prayer. My degree will be Doctor of Life and I will be in good company. So many of us earn our Doctor of Life degrees.

Dont let mental blocks control you. Set yourself free. Confront your fear and turn the mental blocks into building blocks.

Love never fails. Character never quits. And with patience and persistence dreams do come true

To achieve the impossible you must attempt the absurd

I want all my drems to come trueBut for that I have to keep patience and burn the midnight oil.

Anything you dream can be yours simply because youve focused on the steps you could take instead of the distance to get there.

The secret code of success is patiencea virtue that can not be replaced. It takes time to build great dreams.

God teach me to be patient teach me to go slowTeach me how to wait on You when my way I do not know.Teach me sweet forbearance when things do not go rightSo I remain unruffled when others grow uptight.Teach me how to quiet my racing rising heartSo I might hear the answer You are trying to impart.Teach me to let go dear God and pray undisturbed untilMy heart is filled with inner peace and I learn to know your will.

Prayer of an Anonymous AbbessLord thou knowest better than myself that I am growing older and will soon be old. Keep me from becoming too talkative and especially from the unfortunate habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject and at every opportunity.Release me from the idea that I must straighten out other peoples affairs. With my immense treasure of experience and wisdom it seems a pity not to let everybody partake of it. But thou knowest Lord that in the end I will need a few friends.Keep me from the recital of endless details give me wings to get to the point.Grant me the patience to listen to the complaints of others help me to endure them with charity. But seal my lips on my own aches and pains -- they increase with the increasing years and my inclination to recount them is also increasing.I will not ask thee for improved memory only for a little more humility and less self-assurance when my own memory doesnt agree with that of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong.Keep me reasonably gentle. I do not have the ambition to become a saint -- it is so hard to live with some of them -- but a harsh old person is one of the devils masterpieces.Make me sympathetic without being sentimental helpful but not bossy. Let me discover merits where I had not expected them and talents in people whom I had not thought to possess any. And Lord give me the grace to tell them so.Amen