I was late for something recently. It was beyond my control. It caused a roller coaster of emotions in me for just a short time. . first shock, fear, uneasiness. Next came just a touch of giddiness and laughter, then back to fear.
I started having visions in my head of things pink and blue. I even dreamed of a big, purple dinosaur. I kept picturing a little old gray haired bun on top of her head lady pushing a carriage through a park with some old man in a wheel chair following behind. I started to ask questions like, “God, are you kidding?!”, and “You can’t be serious!” and "You do remember how old I am, right?" I prayed for it to come back but it was just getting later and later. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I took a test. I was promised results in three minutes. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, I just sat down with my eyes closed and waited, praying for God’s will to be done. The results. . .negative. I still didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. My heart sank for just a brief moment, but then breathed a sigh of relief. My husband and I are too old for a positive and yet I remembered Sarah in the Bible being given a positive and she laughed. But that was a promise from God. I never heard this for myself for this time in my life. Ultimately, this was the Lord’s decision and I would have accepted a positive with open arms. I will also accept this negative result which is not really negative because this was not the plan.
God’s timing and His ways are always best and I have seen this my entire life. Why did I fear then? For just a moment I let the enemy whisper in my ear, “You’re too old, you’re too weak, “You had a prodigal, you’ll have another.” But I quickly shut him up, flicked him off my shoulder and shouted, “My Lord loves me, He is my provider always, He is my helper, I can do ALL things through Christ my Lord”. . .then I squished him!
There may not be shades of blue and pink in my future, (unless my sons provide that), but I have two sons I adore and one awesome, loving, devoted husband. If the one late never returns, that’s ok. I’ll be entering a new phase of life created by God and I will enter it rejoicing that I get to experience even more on this Earth with the love of my life. That wheel chair might actually be in my future and I will gladly and lovingly push it whether I’m in it or behind it. Because God will be there giving me the strength.
In the game of life, are you running late or are you just on time. Are you forging ahead in life making decisions without consulting the time giver? Are you trusting Him and his perfect time table? Think about Psalm 31:15… “My times are in Your hands”. Can you honestly say that?
I was away from my mother for nine years. Prayers kept going up for the two of us to come together. God kept saying, “Not yet, wait”. When the time was right, it happened. And it was perfect. Why did it take nine years? We don’t know. We can speculate but ultimately, what is important is God was always watching and when He saw the players in place, He said, “Now.” That was over 27 years ago and these have been the best years of my life with her. Of course! God knows what He is doing. If it had happened any sooner, it could have been a disaster. Instead, it was a beautiful, perfect thing. Was He late? No, He was right on time.
Someone near and dear to my heart became lost. I learned to trust God and His timing. Yes, sometimes impatience would hit me, and when it did I would start praising my Savior for all He has done and will do. Another reconciliation began at a pond and I see God working. I relax leaving all things in His care. He has promised to never leave or forsake me and you can hang onto that promise too!
I think what I am late for is not going to return. But I know this. . .God will always be on time and in the meantime. . .life goes on.
OH, Baby, what time is it? It’s time for whatever God has in store for me and for you. Trust, accept, and appreciate His perfect timing.
“There is a time for everything”