God’s Perfect Timing?
To get the email saying I didn’t get the job would have been a harder, bitter, more awful pill to swallow had I not moments later received a text from my sister, my birth sister, reminding me that today marks the three year anniversary of our “divine” meeting… fourteen year’s of searching had ended….she had found me, her baby twin.
It’s hard sometimes to put things in God’s hands and say, “Okay. I have faith. I believe. I trust.” I often don’t like giving up that power to a being that has never fully convinced me of His existence. I don’t see God with my eyes. Do I even feel him in my heart?
What I do feel, what many of us who aren’t so sure about Mr. God feel, is the tangible power of the Universe. I see the sky and the stars. I feel the pull of the ocean tides. The ground beneath my feet changes with the seasons. So, too, do the trees, the air, the weather. The Universe; the sum of everything that cradles us and controls, despite our efforts to believe we are the ones in control, is much easier to accept than a God whom I’ve never seen.
Gabby found me in what she calls “God’s perfect timing.”
I didn’t get the job. I haven’t found the house. I float like a vessel without a destination. But I understand today that there is peacefulness in that place. The universe has my back.
And things will happen in their time.
What say you?