We’ve all heard it: “God’s timing is perfect.”
These are usually the words of well-intended friends, meant to point us toward the proverbial silver lining in the midst of chaos. We hear the words and try our best to smile politely, maybe nod understandingly, do something (anything) that will pass for socially acceptable behavior so we can get away as fast as possible, exhale the breath we’ve been holding tightly in our chests, and allow our eyes to roll all the way to the back of our heads. Platitudes: they find us at the most inopportune moments. It seems the best we can do is let them wash over us, as empty words are wont to do.
But the thing about platitudes is, although we hate to admit it, they’re often rooted in some form of truth. Money really can’t buy happiness. Tomorrow really is another day. And God’s timing, as it turns out, really is perfect.
That’s exactly the point the apostle Paul was trying to make when he wrote, “When the fullness of time had come, God sent forth his Son, born of woman.”
The heartbreak of my entire immediate family being unsaved. He knows my pain, He has seen my tears. But I still hold it all back most of the time. I think no one understands this hurt and bitterness. But as I write this, I think of the very people who Jesus was close to who denied Him. What searing pain. He knows. I need to confess my heart and hurt daily to the One who loves me unlike anyone or anything.
Those closet to him who denied him! That was really powerful Rebecca! Thank you.
The area I am holding back is not giving Him full control. I know this robs me and f my peace. I need to rest on him and trust Him!