The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
If you don’t like waiting in lines, do not live in a developing country.
I never liked lines. The Army ruined my taste for them.
Children love lines, like waiting for food, presents, or a piñata. They are waiting for something. As a re-born Christian, I now love them again because it is an excellent opportunity to testify and to share the love of Christ with others.
Also, if nothing else, it is a great place and way to pray.
Long lines, to a point, are actually pleasant to me if I am not in a hurry to get someplace.
The elderly do not like to wait in lines, and they do not have to in Nicaragua. An elderly lady cut in front of about 20 of us today, without even an apology… no one says a word. They expect the elderly to cut in front of them. That is one of the things I love about Latina culture.
In general, lines and waiting are for the young (or in my case, young in heart). The older people get, the less they like to wait. As patience in lines decreases, love of complaining and being ‘irked’ increases. A sign of age.
Count it all joy when you are waiting, as that means you have something to wait for.
I am waiting for Heaven and to meet Jesus face to face, and want to bring as many along with me in that line as well… as the quote from the Bible above, a goodly heritage.
Love you guys,