I've always heard that things happen in good time. I often wonder whose good time?
You see, I have a timeline that I want to meet. I have a schedule. I plan out my projects and fit them into my schedule.
My parents used to remind me when I was younger and was waiting on something I'd prayed for that my timeline and God's timeline might be just a little bit different.
It seemed that my Daddy's five minutes were always a lot longer than my five minutes.
My Mama's minutes seemed different than mine when she would tell me, "Just a minute."
I think the same held true when my children were growing up. Their timeline seemed to have a different clock ticking than mine did.
Now I'm noticing that my husband's timeline seems just a bit off from mine as well.
When he wants my help with something, his clock seems to tick at a feverish pace.
Yet, when I want his help with something, his clock seems to slowly tick like those slow-motions replays in a ball game.
Why is that?