Patience, Week 1
Jesus Is Alive
Jesus is alive!
In the beginning, God made a magnificent paradise. And everything in it was good. He made water and land, plants and trees, birds and fish and animals. And then, God got down in the mud and made a man named Adam, and later He made a woman named Eve. They were the first two people on Earth, made in the image of God, living in a place more beautiful than you can imagine.
Until they made a terrible choice.
God had given one rule. “You must not eat the fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. If you do, you will certainly die.”
But the temptation proved irresistible to Adam and Eve. They just couldn’t obey. So they broke God’s rule, and what was once a paradise became a broken world.
People began to tell lies.
Brother fought with brother.
Selfishness spread through generations.
Where there had been peace in the garden, now there was pain and death and sin. And it separated people from their Creator.
But God had already planned a way for people to return to Him. Years after Adam and Eve broke His rule, God chose a man named Abraham, and said, “All nations on earth will be blessed because of you. . . . Count the stars, if you can . . . That’s how many children will be born into your family.”
After many long years of waiting, Abraham had a son named Isaac.
Isaac grew up and had sons of his own. And those sons, Jacob and Esau, grew up and had children as well. Jacob, who was also called Israel, had twelve sons.
God had given Abraham a huge family just as He promised. But God’s people, the Israelites, were still lost and broken, separated from Him. Time and again, they tried to do things their own way instead of waiting on God and trusting Him.
After God rescued them from slavery in Egypt, Moses was taking too long talking to God on Mount Sinai. So they made a golden calf statue to represent God because they got tired of waiting.
The Israelites grew impatient when God gave them a new law. Eventually, they begged for a king to rule them like all the other nations. But when God gave them a king, they still didn’t follow God.
Nothing brought them rest or peace. The people were still lost and broken and separated from God. It was this way for thousands of years. But God had not forgotten the promise He made to Abraham: “All nations on earth will be blessed because of you.”
God still had a plan to show His people just how much He cares for them. He knew that this broken world could never rescue itself.
So in His perfect time, God made a way.
God sent His Son, Jesus, to bring peace on Earth once and for all. Jesus grew up. And He taught the people about love and compassion, forgiveness and grace. He healed the sick and befriended the outcasts. The religious leaders were upset, because Jesus was changing the way they’d always done things.
So they made a plan to get rid of Jesus. They didn’t know that God could use even this; Jesus loved people so deeply, He freely gave His life on a cross to pay for the sins of the world.
On the cross, Jesus cried out, “Father, forgive them. They don’t know what they are doing.”
The Bible tells us that God made peace through Jesus’ blood, through His death on the cross. Jesus’ blood paid for all sins that were ever committed and ever would be committed. Because Jesus paid the price for everyone’s sins, people no longer have to be separated from God. They can come close to Him and be His friends again.
But in the three dark days after Jesus’ death, His followers didn’t understand this yet. They huddled in the dark, afraid that they, too, might be arrested or killed.
Early on the morning of the third day, Mary Magdalene arrived at the home where the disciples were staying. “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb!” she exclaimed, breathless. “We don’t know where they have put him!”
The disciples stared at each other in shock. Then Jesus’ closest friends, Peter and John, lunged for the door. They raced each other all the way to the tomb where Jesus had been placed, only to find that it was empty—just as Mary had said!
Peter and John returned home, still uncertain and confused. But Mary Magdalene, who had followed them, stayed behind in the garden, weeping. She turned to find a Man standing nearby and thought He was the gardener.
“Sir, did you carry [Jesus] away?” she asked. “Tell me where you put him.”
“Mary,” the Man said in a clear, strong voice.
As soon as the Man spoke, Mary realized who He was. It was Jesus—alive again!
Overjoyed, Mary returned to the disciples to share the incredible news. “I have seen the Lord!” she proclaimed.
It was true. Jesus had come back from the dead. He’s more powerful than sin. More powerful than death. And through Him, we can have peace with God as we wait for Him to make everything right in the end . . . just as He’s promised.
It’s easy to get caught up in the Easter eggs, the bunnies, and the chocolate.
But the real heart of Easter is Jesus, God’s Son, who chose to live here on Earth with us, and then chose to give up His life in our place. That wouldn’t be any more than a really nice gesture if Jesus had stayed dead. But He didn’t! God raised Him back to life! And because Jesus is alive, it means that everything He said is true. His desire is that everyone would choose to believe and follow Him—and live forever with God as His friend. That goes for you, too! If you’ve already made a choice to follow Jesus, pray together and thank God for giving you new life with Jesus. If you’re still not sure, pray with a parent or other adult and ask that God would show you the truth of Easter and who Jesus is.
Patience, Week 2
Hannah Prays for a Baby
1 Samuel 1:6-2:1
When you think you can't wait, talk to God about it.
In the rolling hills of Ephraim, there lived a woman named Hannah and her husband, Elkanah. When they moved into their first home, Hannah set up the nursery before anything else. But years and years passed, and no baby arrived. Hannah struggled to understand why God hadn’t given them any children.
Each year, Hannah went with Elkanah and others from their town to Shiloh, to visit God’s House and worship Him. Together, they ate a celebratory meal in honor of God.
That is, everyone else ate. Hannah could only stare at her plate. “I don’t feel very good,” she murmured.
Another woman, Peninnah, laughed at her. “There must be something wrong with you. I mean, no kids? Just look at my sweet angels!” Penninah smirked, as her own children argued and screeched just behind her.
Penninah ignored them, staring down her nose at Hannah. “Clearly, you must have messed something up,” she taunted. “God’s probably forgotten all about you.”
“No,” Hannah protested. “No, that can’t be true.”
Elkanah stepped in. “Penninah, leave her alone!” he commanded.
But Hannah had already rushed out of the tent. Elkanah found her fighting back tears. “Why are you crying? Why don’t you eat?” he asked. “Don’t I mean more to you than ten sons?”
Hannah shook her head. “It’s been so long. I’ve been asking God forsolong…”
Too upset even to hear Elkanah’s kind words, Hannah stumbled toward God’s House. She made her way inside past the priest, Eli, who sat at the door. Kneeling down, she wept and whispered her desperate prayer.
“Lord, you rule over all,” she began. “Please see how much I’m hurting and help me. Don’t forget about me! Please give me a son!”
Hannah paused and took a deep breath. “If you give me a child,” she said, “I’ll give him back to You and he’ll serve You his whole life.”
From the doorway, Eli watched with a frown. He could see
Hannah’s lips moving, but couldn’t hear a word she said.
“She’s loopy,” he muttered. “There’s something wrong with her!”
Standing, the priest stalked over to Hannah. “Get up. Get up!” he ordered. “This is no place for nonsense.”
“No, please listen to me, sir,” begged Hannah. “I’m deeply troubled and I’m telling God about it.”
Hannah struggled to her feet to face Eli. “Don’t think badly of me. I’ve come here to pray since I’m so sad right now.”
Eli saw that Hannah was truly distressed and had been pouring out her heart before God. “Go in peace,” he told her. “May [God] give you what you have asked him for.”
“Thank you,” Hannah whispered. “Thank you! May you be pleased with me.”
Leaving the tent, Hannah wiped her eyes and returned to the place where they had been eating to finish her meal. Elkanah stared at her in surprise. “You seem . . . different,” he said at last.
Hannah nodded. A deep peace filled her. Whatever happened, she knew that God had heard her. He was in control.
The next day, after worshiping in God’s House, Hannah and Elkanah traveled home.
The seasons turned.
The harvest passed.
And before it was time to return to God’s House again, God gave Hannah and Elkanah a tiny baby boy.
“What should we name him?” Elkanah asked, staring in wonder at the tiny child.
“I asked the Lord for him,” said Hannah. “And He listened! So we’ll call him . . . Samuel. God has heard.”
Hannah and Elkanah loved their little boy and God helped him grow strong. But Hannah never forgot her promise to God. “If You give me a child, I’ll give him back to You and he’ll serve You his whole life.”
So one year when Hannah and Elkanah went to visit God’s House, they took Samuel with them. Hannah searched for Eli, the priest. “Pardon me, sir. I’m the woman who stood here beside you praying to the Lord,” she explained.
Eli studied her carefully and nodded.
“I prayed for this child. The Lord has given me what I asked him for,” Hannah told him. “So now I’m giving him to the Lord.”
Eli nodded and knelt down to look at Samuel.
“Hi. I’m Eli,” he told the boy.
The boy stared back, and then smiled. “I’m Samuel,” he replied.
Eli glanced up again at Hannah. He knew it wasn’t easy for her to leave her son. “God has done an amazing thing,” he told her.
“Yes. Yes, He has,” Hannah agreed. “[He] has filled my heart with joy. He has made me strong. . . . He saved me.”
“May the Lord give you even more children!” Eli declared.
Samuel continued to grow, faithfully serving God. Every year Hannah visited him—and God gave her and Elkanah five more sons and daughters. Every single one of them had been worth the wait.
Share with each other something you really want right now.
It might be an event, a thing, or even something you want to be old enough to do. How does waiting for it make you feel? Do you ever get frustrated or angry that you can’t have what you want yet? Here’s the thing—God knows your story and the perfect time for something to happen in your life. So you can always talk to Him when you feel like you just can’t wait any more. Tell Him exactly how you feel, and then ask Him to give you the patience to wait. After all, patience isn’t something you can work up yourself; the Bible says it’s a gift that comes from God’s Spirit! Pray for each other, that God will give you the ability to wait on what you want with patience and joy.
Patience, Week 3
When you think you can't wait, keep your cool.
Maya and Charlotte sat on a bench by the town square fountain, finishing their dinner from the Yummy Tummy food truck.
“Best burger ever!” Maya exclaimed as she tossed the last bit of sesame bun to her Great Dane, Jupiter. “But I can’t believe they made us wait four whole minutes,” she added.
“That’s not really that long,” Charlotte began, but Maya had already jumped up and started toward the street.
“Hey! I need dessert like right now,” she called back.
Charlotte jumped up. “Okay, okay. Coming,” she said and then stopped, pointing: “Uh oh, squirrel!”
Maya braced herself as Jupiter tried to take off after the squirrel. “Jupiter! Heel! You’ve got to control yourself before you lose it over a silly rodent!”
The two girls strolled down the sidewalk, passing small shops. Maya stopped to look in the window of the Eclectic Owl, where a dozen signs with different sayings hung.
“‘When you fall, I will be there to catch you. Love, the floor,’” read Maya. “Who puts this stuff on their walls?”
“Here’s one,” Charlotte noted: “‘Respect your parents. They survived school without Google.’”
Maya checked out a sign painted on old barn wood. “‘As you slide down the bannister of life, may the splinters never point the wrong way.’” Squinting, she pointed out another sign hung high up in the corner. “What’s that one say?”
“‘Anyone who is patient has great understanding,’” read Maya. “‘But anyone who gets angry quickly shows how foolish they are.’”
“That one’s not really funny,” Maya said, frowning. “Well, it’s true,” Charlotte noted.
“Oh, yeah,” remembered Maya. “That’s from the Bible, isn’t it?” She moved over to examine the sign more closely and read the reference: “‘Proverbs 14:29.’”
“Wanna go inside?” suggested Charlotte.
“Oh, yeah,” remembered Maya. “That’s from the Bible, isn’t it?”
Maya shook her head. “Nah. I don’t need stuff on my walls to tell me what to do,” she said. Then she pointed across the street to where a popsicle cart with a bright umbrella stood. “Look, there’s Prince of Popsicles!”
“Oo, I love the chocolate sea salt popsicles,” Charlotte said. “I’ve been wanting to try the new honey lime pop,” Maya added.
Just as the girls arrived at the street corner, the walk light turned red. Maya pulled hard on Jupiter’s leash to hold him back. “Seriously? Could the walk light be any shorter?!” she grumbled.
The girls finally crossed to the cart and ordered their popsicles from a young man in a striped apron.
Maya surveyed her brilliant green pop before slurping. “Honey and lime. This looks amazing!”
She took a big slurp. But instead of the cool, soothing lime she expected, her tongue tasted biting heat. “Aaaaah!” she shrieked. “My tongue is on fire! This is hot jalapeno lime!”
“Isn’t that what you ordered?” asked the seller.
“Honey! I ordered honey!” shouted Maya, nearly dancing around in her rage.
“Really sorry, ma’am. Here’s some water,” said the seller, handing over a cup. “Wait just 30 seconds and the burning will be all gone.”
Dropping Jupiter’s leash, Maya shook her finger right in the popsicle seller’s face. “This is unbelievable! I am reporting you! I hope you lose your job! I hope you—“
“Squirrel!” warned Charlotte as a fuzzy-tailed rodent skittered down a nearby tree.
Jupiter began to bark, but Maya was too busy chewing out the popsicle seller to pay attention to her dog. “Do not interrupt me,” she yelled at Charlotte. . . just as Jupiter took off like a rocket after the squirrel, which changed directions fast, darting right up the popsicle seller’s leg!
The popsicle seller danced around, desperately trying to shake the squirrel out of his pants. He shimmied right out into the street, spooking a horse, which was giving carriage rides.
The horse reared up, stopping traffic.
Two cars behind the carriage collided in a fender bender.
A bicycle rider coming up fast swerved to miss the cars.
The bicycle jumped the curve, plowing straight into the popsicle cart.
The cart swayed and toppled, as the umbrella knocked both Maya and Charlotte to the ground.
“Aaaa . . . ow!” shrieked Maya.
After the chaos, everything was monetarily silent, aside from a car alarm beeping.
Maya sat up, rubbing her scraped knee. She looked around. Despite the mayhem, no one seemed to be badly injured. Jupiter galloped up, panting, and licked her face.
“Just look what you did, Jupiter!” scolded Maya.
Charlotte stood up, eyebrows raised. The umbrella had torn her skirt. “Jupiter? Look what Jupiter did?!”
Maya glanced down at Jupiter’s trailing leash and the green popsicle now smashed on the dirty sidewalk. Then she looked over at the popsicle seller trying to right his tipped cart.
At last, Maya swallowed hard and found her voice again. “I really lost my temper there, didn’t I? Instead of just waiting for my tongue to stop burning. I guess, um . . . this is all my fault.”
Instinctively, Maya turned back toward the little shop across the street. She couldn’t read the signs in the window from here, but the last one seemed to blaze across her mind. “‘Anyone who is patient has great understanding,’” she murmured to herself. “‘But anyone who gets angry quickly shows how foolish theyare…’”
Taking a deep breath, Maya patted her dog on the head and took the leash firmly in hand. Then she and Charlotte, along with the bicycle rider, helped the popsicle seller lift up his cart. “I owe you all a big apology,” she said. “And a lot of other people, too.”
Once clean-up was done and traffic was moving again, Maya, Charlotte, and Jupiter started back toward the car. But as they passed the Eclectic Owl, Maya stopped and turned toward Charlotte.
“Could you hold Jupiter’s leash while I go in?” she asked, sheepish. “There’s a sign I need to buy.”
“I thought you didn’t need stuff on your walls telling you what to do,” said Charlotte.
Maya grinned ruefully. Apparently her temper could use a reminder after all.
Think of the last thing you had to wait for, whether it was standing in line or waiting for your dad to serve dinner when you were really, really hungry.
Share with each other what happened and how you responded. Did you keep your cool, or did you whine or grumble or act out? When you’ve got to wait, it’s super easy to get frustrated and take it out on someone else . . . or to just spend the time being miserable yourself. But God can help you control your temper—and even find ways to use or enjoy the wait time. Together, brainstorm some creative, fun, or useful things you could do next time you have to wait, whether it’s for a few minutes or much longer. This week, any time you have to wait, remind each other of your list! Ask God to give all of you patience and the ability to control your temper when you have to wait.
Patience, Week 4
The Golden Calf
When you think you can't wait, think about what's true.
After God rescued His people, the Israelites, from slavery in Egypt, He led them into the desert. There He provided food for them to eat and water to drink. At the foot of Mount Sinai, their leader, Moses, gave the people instructions from God.
“We will do everything the Lord has told us to do,” agreed the Israelites.
Then God spoke to Moses. “Come up to me on the mountain. Stay here. I will give you the stone tablets. They contain the law and commandments I have written to teach the people.”
Moses called for his helper, Joshua, and gathered together the other leaders of God’s people. “Wait for us here until we come back,” he instructed, and then pointed out his brother and his friend. “If you have any problems, go to Aaron and Hur.”
“We’ve got this, Mo,” promised Aaron.
Moses and Joshua started the long, rugged climb up Mount Sinai. As they neared the summit, the glory of the Lord settled on the top of the mountain in a thick cloud.
“Wait here for me,” Moses told Joshua.
God called out to Moses, and Moses entered the cloud. He stayed there for forty days and nights, as God gave him laws that would keep the people safe and teach them how to live.
Meanwhile, at the base of the mountain, the Israelites grew restless.
A tall, thin man fidgeted, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he stared up the mountain. “Does it look like fire up there?” he worried. “It totally looks like fire up there. I bet Moses crisped up like a marshmallow!”
An Israelite girl finished re-braiding her hair for the fifth time to get it just right. “Well, I just, like, want him to come down so we can move on,” she grumbled. “This dry air is totally wrecking my skin.”
“We need a new leader!” exclaimed the thin man.
“And if Moses isn’t going to lead us to follow God, we need something we can see and worship!” added the girl.
Others around them agreed, dissatisfaction and impatience spreading through the crowd like crackling flames. Soon, the Israelites surrounded Aaron.
“Moses got us out of Egypt, but he’s been with God for a long time and he’s probably toast now!” they complained.
Aaron glanced from the restive crowd to the distant cloud high on the mountain. No one had heard a thing from Moses for forty days.
“It’s true things aren’t looking so great up there . . .” he muttered.
“Not great?!” whined the thin man. “We’re talking forty days in an incinerator.”
“Okay. Okay!” Aaron gave in. “Just bring me all your gold jewelry. Earrings, what have you.”
The Israelites brought Aaron all their gold. He melted it down and shaped it into the form of a calf. Everyone gathered around, admiring the shiny new statue. “This is the god that led us out of Egypt!” they declared.
Aaron saw how excited the people were, so he decided to run with it. “Let’s build an altar,” he exclaimed. “We’ll have a feast tomorrow to honor God!”
So the next day, the people threw a wild party, feasting and dancing in worship of the golden calf.
On top of Mount Sinai, God spoke to Moses: “Your people you brought up out of Egypt have become very sinful. They have quickly turned away from what I commanded them. They have made themselves a metal statue of a god in theshapeofacalf.Theyhaveboweddown…toit….Iwilldestroythem because of my great anger.”
Moses was devastated. “Lord . . . you used your great power to bring them out of Egypt. . . . Please take pity,” he pleaded. “Remember your promise to Abraham. You said, ‘I will make your children after you as many as the stars in the sky. I will give them all this land . . . forever.’”
The Lord had mercy, just as Moses requested. But Moses started back down the mountain with a heart as heavy as the two stone tablets he carried. Joshua soon joined him. As they neared the foot of the mountain, loud shouts and cries reached them.
“That sounds like a battle!” exclaimed Joshua.
Moses shook his head. “That’s not fighting. It’s singing,” he said.
As Moses and Joshua approached the camp, they could see wild dancing. The people were singing and bowing low before the statue of a golden calf. “Holy cow!” cried Joshua. “This is udderly unacceptable.”
“I’m am not in the mooo-d for this!” said Moses, gritting his teeth.
Moses was so angry that he hurled the stone tablets with God’s laws to the ground at the foot of the mountain.
“Enough!” he cried out.
As the Israelites realized their leader had returned, the festivities died down. The people stopped dancing and singing.
“If you had a beef with me, you should have waited until I came down,” declared Moses. Then he toppled the calf into the fire. The flames leapt high as the gold scorched and melted.
“Moses, like, doesn’t have to have a cow about it,” the girl whined. “He’s just so bull-headed,” groused the thin man.
When the metal finally cooled, Moses ground it into a fine powder that he scattered over some water.
“Drink this!” he commanded. “All of you.”
As the people gagged down the metallic water, Moses hunted down his brother Aaron. “What did these people do to you?” he asked. “How did they make you lead them into such terrible sin?”
“Don’t be upset,” Aaron begged. “I mean, you know these people and
how they can’t wait to do what’s wrong. Since you disappeared, they got impatient. They wanted something to worship. So I just, you know, asked them to give me their gold. Then I threw it in the fire. And out came the calf!”
Moses narrowed his eyes. “Out came the calf?”
“Total coincidence,” Aaron said.
“You’ve allowed the people to run wild,” Moses warned him. “We’re a joke to our enemies.”
Then Moses called out to the people once again: “You have committed a terrible sin. But now I will go up to the Lord. Maybe if I pray to him, he will forgive your sin.”
Because God’s people had failed to remember all He’d done and wait on Him, they strayed far afield—and many of them paid a terrible price.
Waiting is tough!
But if you think back on your life, you’ll be able to see lots of things that you’ve waited for . . . and that God has given you! It might be a baby brother, moving into a new house, a puppy, getting to see your grandparents, or going on a trip. Share a few of these things with each other. Here’s what’s true: God loves you, and He wants to give you good things! Because He knows the whole story, He knows the perfect time for you to have those things. So the next time you’re having a tough time waiting, don’t take shortcuts or make an unwise choice to make it happen yourself. Focus on what’s true—that God will come through for you when the time is right. Pray for each other, that God will give you patience and remind you of His love for you when you’re having a tough time waiting.
Patience, Week 5
When you think you can't wait, think twice.
Jacob and Esau were twins, but they were as different as night and day.
Salt and pepper.
Macs and PCs.
Jacob had smooth skin, while Esau’s hair was wild and red.
Jacob liked to stay home among the tents, working on his cooking skills. Esau, meanwhile, preferred to spend his days hiking through the woods and hunting in the fields.
There was one more difference—a big one. Esau had been born just a few minutes before Jacob. As the oldest, he would one day lead the family. He would be in charge and gain a bigger share of the family money and property.
One day, Esau prepared to head out into open country as usual. He shouldered his bow and checked his arrows. “Wanna come along, little bro?” he asked Jacob.
“Sorry, man,” Jacob replied. “Working on my herb garden.”
“Your garden?” scoffed Esau. “Real men go hunting.”
Jacob merely smiled and shrugged, because he knew it would annoy Esau.
“Fine. Be that way,” grumbled Esau and stalked away.
As Esau took off, Jacob surveyed his garden with a keen eye. “Let’s see, that rosemary will be perfect in bread. And the parsley—I’m thinking a tasty lentil stew.” Within minutes, he set to work kneading and mixing and chopping.
Meanwhile, Esau wandered through the fields, enjoying the fresh air and the wildness of the land. But even though he covered miles and miles that day, he didn’t come across a single gazelle or even a covey of quail to take home for dinner.
By the time Esau made it home that evening, he was ravenous with hunger. As he hurried to the camp in search of anything he could eat for dinner, an amazing smell wafted toward him.
He followed his nose and soon discovered an enormous kettle hanging over a low-burning fire.
Jacob was slicing a loaf of still-warm bread. He smiled as his sharp eyes quickly assessed just how desperate Esau was.
“What’s that? What have you got?” demanded Esau.
Jacob took his time replying. “A slow-roasted red-lentil stew with a side of rosemary barley bread with pressed olive oil and fresh herbs.”
Esau’s stomach growled in anticipation. “Quick!” he ordered. “I’m so hungry. Gimme some right now.”
As Esau lunged for a bowl, Jacob swatted his hand away and continued to slice bread, unhurried. “Sure thing,” he said. “But first—give me the rights that belong to you as the oldest son.”
Esau narrowed his eyes. Somewhere in his brain, a warning bell was ringing. But the clamor in his stomach was even louder. “Look here, bro,” he said. “I’m dying of hunger! If I’m dead, those rights are no good to me anyhow.”
Once again, Esau grabbed for a bowl. Jacob snatched it away. “Uh uh uh uh uh!” he chided. “Magic words.”
“Please?” grunted Esau.
“Outta my way?”
“Just tell me!”
Jacob smirked. “Promise to give me your rights.”
“Yeah, okay, whatever!” Esau snapped.
Jacob ladled savory stew into the bowl. But as Esau reached again, he whipped it away. “Say it.”
“It!” howled Esau.
“No. Say, ‘I promise.’”
“Now say, ‘Jacob rocks.’”
This time, Esau simply snatched the bowl and a loaf of bread and began stuffing his face.
Jacob watched with his arms folded, smug. “You should really slow down and appreciate the nuances of taste and texture,” he said.
“My stomach appreciates it, okay?!” said Esau, voice muffled through his chewing.
Within moments, Esau was finished with his meal. His stomach was full—but he’d given away something of far greater value. He skulked away with the nagging sensation that he might have done the whole thing differently had he stopped to think twice.
Tell each other what you think it means to “think twice.”
Now each of you share a situation in which you know the other person is likely to act too quickly before thinking about it. It might be how they respond when taking turns with a sibling, or how a parent handles waiting in line for coffee. What would it look like to “think twice” before acting in those circumstances? Pray for each other, that God will help you to “think twice” any time you’re tempted to be impatient this week.