God's time

I had a wipeout yesterday.

Barely moved. Had stomach problems and simply hit the wall. It is still amazing to me after all these years that we can crumble at the least of things. What was my least of things? God isn't moving as fast at my churches as I wanted.

I assumed He needed me. All my gifts. All my graces. All of me. So I gave it to him.

And
nothing
changed.

Same folks doing the same things. No new folks. No tv cameras following my every move. Nothing.

So, when sickness came, I crumbled.

The Bible talks about these things (too).

It says this:
1 For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
2 A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
3 A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
4 A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
5 A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
6 A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
7 A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
8 A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
9 What do people really get for all their hard work? 10 I have seen the burden God has placed on us all. 11 Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. 12 So I concluded there is nothing better than to be happy and enjoy ourselves as long as we can. 13 And people should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of their labor, for these are gifts from God.

The thing to note here is that God moves in God's own time. I remind myself of that rather constantly. Maybe God just wanted me to slow down. Maybe God just wanted me to relax. Maybe God just wanted me to know that he's handled it okay so far on his own, he will get past this with me, too.

Then a friend, a dear friend, called this morning to ask if everything was okay with us. Said he had a dream and there were dark clouds over our house. Maybe that's me clouding the issues. Maybe it's me standing in the way of God. Maybe that's me. Period.

God moves in God's time, my friends. The key, I think, is to make ourselves available.