Hurry up!

I am always on time. Rarely, am I late. If I am, I am probably not too happy. I hate being late. I might add that this happened later in life, because as a teenager I am pretty sure I contributed to my Dad’s gray hairs with my inability to be on time.

Yesterday, my friend had a book signing in a town that was about an hour away. I got my tickets the day the were available. I was so excited! I did not want to be late. We left with an hour and 15 minutes to drive an hour and 10 minutes. I felt like it was a good enough cushion as it was early on a Saturday morning and traffic shouldn’t be too bad.

As we began to leave, I kindly encouraged my hubby to move it along in his driving. I believe I said something encouraging like, “five days a week you drive this car like it has blue lights on it, but today you want to act like you’re driving Miss Daisy.” Luckily, my husband takes my encouragement with a grain of salt and continued in this same fashion.

We finally made it to the interstate and he began to move at a more acceptable-to-me pace. We began to talk about all kinds of random things including our plans for after the book signing. As we get almost to our destination, we could see right in front of us a car on its side. It had been maybe 10 cars in front of us.

Jamey pulled over to get out and check on the people in the car. I stayed in our car as I felt me fainting at the sight of blood would be less than helpful.

My husband is trained to handle situations like this and he deals with them more often than I’d like, but in that moment I was glad that he was there. We were so close to the wreck that no first responder had made it on scene yet.

As he walked away from our car, I began to think what a different moment this would have been if I had my way. We could have been in that accident or worse Jamey wouldn’t have been there for those two young men. If we had been a little slower, we would have been in a massive traffic stall and missed the book signing altogether. Any other time than the time we arrived would not have been best for any involved.

As I was lost in my thoughts on perfect timing, God gently whispered to me that his timing is perfect. I was reminded of his provision for each of us in this scenario through timing. We were right where we needed to be when we needed to be there.

“Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10a

“Trust in the Lord with all your heat and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.” Proverbs 3:5-6

“In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.” Proverbs 16:9

So today, I will trust his provision and his timing. I will quit trying to hurry through life and rely on God’s timing to be perfect.

Much Love Friends!

 

 

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