I drew "patience" out of the bag.
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Patience is a silver bearded man. He sits at his desk, plowing steadily at his work---whether is be the novel he is writing or the painting he's determined to bring to life. His father is Wisdom, and his mother is Prudence. Many years have refined who he is. Patience chides his children to pluck the rose that has not yet bloomed, rather than the rose fully blown. Few people does he dislike---aside from Haste, who has always proven to remain his nemesis. Patience is attentive to his friends, and they listen to his tactful words with sincerity.
His hands work with experience. He is a craftsman of all things glorious.
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Patience has never been a strong point of mine. But honestly, it reminds me more and more that God doesn't need perfect people to work in his more than perfect plan.
An interesting figment of encouragement, to say the least.
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