Sometimes God is like a straggler. Somewhere behind me, distracted by something. He’s forgotten that “we’re” desperately trying to get somewhere. Oblivious to the important timelines. It can feel like He doesn’t seem to appreciate the urgency of situations. Hurrying God is exhausting.
But He seemed to always have other plans. Milestones that were exactly the same colour as the thick fog I sometimes felt surrounded by. I’ve felt left out. FOMO on things that I couldn’t even explain. Like I must have missed some important opportunities, but I couldn’t describe them to you if I tried.
God, in the most uncomfortable and inconvenient way has often reminded me that his timelines are not the same as mine. And, when he does things in His time I’ve been astounded by what He was weaving. In His silence, and ignoring my timelines and desire for haste in pace, He has always produced something better. Rather, the best.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.
Hurrying God feels like a bad job I’m still trying to escape. Argh. Perhaps now would be a very good time to pray. Yeah?
God, thank you that you are in my future and have the perfect when for the many different things I want done now. Could you put a rush on a few things though, just asking… Amen.