Time. Time is something we all seem to revolve around, isn’t it? Time to wake up, time for breakfast, time to get to work, and so our days go. Sometimes we say time is on our side, and other times we say our time is up. Whatever other crazy sayings we’ve heard or said, it’s clear that time plays a big part in our lives. Now what about timing? That’s a little different. Timing can make a benign comment into something much bigger. Timing can save a life. What I’m talking about is God’s timing, and for the most part, we don’t know anything about God’s timing, except that it is good. But sometimes even knowing that God’s timing is good doesn’t seem like enough.
Right now I’m waiting, so very impatiently, for my fourth baby to arrive. My first little man (Cowboy) came two days before his official due date.
Oh my goodness, those rolls! I remember waiting for this little guy so very impatiently. Of course with him being my first I had no idea what to expect or how my whole entire life would totally change.
My second (Princess) came 7 days before her due date.
She was smaller than her brother and seemed so incredibly petite. Such a doll!
My third (Nugget) came 3 days before her due date which is funny because I actually had it in my mind that she was due a different day, so in my reality she was past when I thought she was due. But in the real world, she was still here before her ETA.
She arrived sunny side up and has kept the same “I’ll do things my own way” personality.
I suppose I’m reminiscing through this post while I’m trying to remind myself that all three of my babies have come through God’s perfect timing. They have all been a beautiful blessing and all of the millions of worries that have encompassed me before, during, and after their births are all a distant memory.
For Cowboy I worried about all the normal things of a first time mom: Can I really do this? Will he be ok? What if he is born in the car? What if I have to be induced? What if I have to have an emergency cesarean?
For Princess I worried about some of the same things, except I added in additional worries about when she would arrive and where would Cowboy go?
For Nugget I don’t remember worrying about things. I think I was so tired that I was mostly just impatient, kind of like this time around.
I say all of this to say that God’s perfect timing was there through every single one of them. They were all born healthy and happy. They were all here in God’s own time, not mine, and trust me when I say that I am so incredibly thankful for that. God is all knowing. In my time, things could have all been different. If I had rushed them through my worrying and uncertainty they might have been too early, or too late, or unwell. But look at them now!
Waiting on God’s timing doesn’t bother me one bit when I see these three beautiful babes that He has so richly blessed me with!
These are the things that I have to remind myself as I’m waiting for this baby. God sees. He knows and is faithful. As for me? Well, I’ll allow my worries about the insurance issues and my back problems and the doctor’s judgement and skill in the delivery room to fade to the back burner. Because in the end, I know that God knows, and in Him all things are possible.
Are you waiting on God’s timing for something in your life?
What encouraging scriptures do you look to while waiting on God?