Sometimes my life feels like this old watch with no hands.
TIme tick-tick-ticks away and I have absolutely no way to measure or control it.
Time presses in on my thoughts constantly, and I give my own voice to its shrill demands.
When will it be time?
Are we almost there?
How long will this take?
Publishing is one of the slowest processes in the career world, falling just behind Bonsai tree farming.
I'm impatient and often plan an escape to something faster and better paying, albeit less fulfilling.
The scriptures show my experience is nothing new.
The people of Israel paddled the same boat—waiting, with no sign of encouragement, for their hope to be fulfilled. They cried out for Messiah—the One who would rescue them from oppression, restoring freedom and prosperity.
When will it be time?
Are we almost there?
How long will this take?
As we enter the Advent season of reflection, please know that our struggle with time is nothing new. Go ahead and let the questions fly before God's throne. But don't get up from your knees yet (or the bed, park bench, bus seat—wherever you pray). Instead, take time to ponder Galatians 4:4-7.
Don't miss this opportunity to express faith.
Because at just the right time ... He will come through.
"But when the fullness of time had come ... God sent his Son."
And it will be better than you dreamed.
"... you are no longer a slave, but a son,
and if a son, then an heir through God."
