God's Timing Is Perfect

God's Timing Is Perfect

By Katrina Fuller

Sometimes, I get so wrapped up in the worries and trials of the world, I forget to actually live. 

I feel like I’m going eighty miles an hour without a seatbelt on, and it often feels like I have no extra time to slow down and enjoy myself, spend time with others or even just drink a cup of coffee.  

You all know what I’m talking about. There’s this conveyor belt of needs, wants and desires that just keeps going around and around in our heads. The ever rotating, spinning whirligig of to-do lists and errands. The calendar that just won’t quit. 

It’s hard when you’ve only got one self and two hands. 

It’s funny, because I find myself saying all the time “Oh, I just didn’t have time to do that,” or “I’ll get to that when I get time.” As if there will be some magical moment where everything will even out, and only then will I sort out the pile of “going-tos” and “should-haves”. 

Sometimes, later just isn’t an option.

For example, there was an eminent desire in my house hold this morning for pancakes.  I mean, it was a do-or-die situation. My kiddo was bouncing around, hopping on the bed demanding pancakes.

Or bagels. But mostly pancakes.

There is only so much grumbling you can sputter about needing a few more moments of sleep before a four year old goes ballistic and begins trying to throw, push and shove you out of bed. It gets ugly pretty quickly.  Believe me, I know.

I shuffled down the stairs at the pace of a gimping sloth.

“Mommy is going to make coffee, and then I will make pancakes,” I promised my wild eyed, bright and vivid child. “Just give me a minute.”

I made the coffee, ingested the liquid brain food, and proceeded to mix up the batter. A little generic bisquick, an egg and some milk along with some other ingredients – I was well on my way to peace in the valley once again. 

Then, it struck me. Instead of treating this like a chore…why can’t I make it a bit more fun?

I heated up the griddle, and attacked the task with a bit more vigor. 

With the batter dripping off my handy dandy ice cream scoop, I crafted letters and shapes, and created masterpieces of flapjack quality. 

I handed my kid her plate, proud of the lettering I had made. “That’s my name!” She bellowed cheerfully. 

Breakfast has never been so much fun. And all it took was two minutes and a little creativity. 

I’m constantly begging for more time. “Just a few more minutes…” I’ll say, cursing the clock. From sleeping to working to reading and more, I’m always crying out for just a couple more seconds to finish the task at hand. 

But really, I have just enough time. I have been given just the right amount of minutes in every day to do whatever I need to get done.  I have two extra minutes to make pancakes that look like lopsided Mickey Mouse heads. I have ten extra minutes to read my kid that story. I have five minutes to spare for the old man on the street who needs a dollar and a few minutes of compassion. 

I have all the time in the world for whatever God sends my way because he is the ultimate schedule maker.  There isn’t anything I’m doing that he didn’t know about before. 

I always feel like I need to have a perfect balance of what I am doing; I need to do it myself, my way or it won’t be right.  That is the opposite of how it should be.  I need to spend less time on how I think my schedule should go, and focus more on the will of God. 

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him.”  – Ephesians 1:3-4

God chose me before the foundations of the world. I think he can handle the things on my to-do list. A friend recently told me that God’s timing is perfect.  Indeed, I can’t imagine a better way to keep time. The universal clock of God’s heart – he is never wrong, late or too early. He is precisely where he needs to be at all times. 

A marvelous thought – that before we were born, God knew where we were going, where we would end up and all the stops along the way.

I’m constantly begging for more time…but really, I have every minute I need.

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