Over a cup of coffee the other day, a friend and I had a lovely discussion that eventually just led to God's amazing will and timing. And it triggered that awe of God feeling I get sometimes. "Timing." It's a funny word, because it only applies to us. A day is like a thousand years to my God; a day is a precious clump of 24 hours to me. It's really quite mind blowing when you sit down and think about it. If "time," in the sense of numbers and second hands, is of nothing to God, then why do I stress so much about it?! He's so much bigger.

Isn't it true that nearly everything we do is measured by time or is limited by time or is consumed by time? Today I will go into the office for 2 HOURS, then I'll have a meeting for 1 HOUR, then kids will be here at 5 O'CLOCK, and they will hopefully be in bed 5 HOURS later. Then I sleep, and wake, and start my day measured by the minute hand. That's just day-to-day. Which is necessary. The sun says so. But the timing I drive myself crazy with is the year-to-year, month-to-month. When will this happen? When will that happen? What decision should I make by this or that time? Which seems so major to us. But if a day is truly like a thousand years to God (in other words, our time is irrelevant), then He's just concerned about the what. Not the when. What is she doing with the time that she has? Time in the much broader sense. In the sense of my life as a whole. I am either in His will or I'm not. It has nothing to do with time. Deadlines. If I look at my life from above, and if I'm looking through God's eyes, I'm seeing where I'm doing what I'm doing. I'm not seeing the second hand ticking, making sure that I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing at exactly 8:00 PM on August 27, 2012. I'm just making sure that I'm doing it. It's a freeing thought, really, if you think about it. (Now, this is not belittling the supernatural powers of God, His ability to work in every second of every day, shaping, forming our lives, protecting and leading according to His will. The hand of God is powerful, and by all means, reaches in and pulls us out. The point is, He does all of that without looking at His watch.) Yes, I've got responsibility. To live for my Love. But when I look at me like He looks at me, I look at my heart and I look at the big picture. I look at the movement and not just the start and stop.

So in the end of it all, am I more concerned with timing? With frustration and with impatience, with stress? Or am I more concerned with just living out His will for my life? I'm in it, and it's happening.