Why is God never in a hurry, especially when I need Him to be?
My house is full of boxes, piles and piles of boxes. They are everywhere and in the way.
We trip over them. We scoot around them. We squeeze through them. And we run into them.
My to do list is long. I wonder if there is enough time to get everything all squared away.
I don’t think there is. I don’t think there is enough time to get it all done before the movers arrive.
I begin to worry and fret. I feel the weight of responsibility. I start to feel overwhelmed and get myself worked up.
About my tiredness. About the late nights. About the early mornings. About the coming lack of sleep.
About the stress. About the chaos. About Jay’s bad back. And about any and every what if?
I try to work harder and faster with more purpose and more efficiency.
I hurry, hurry, hurry. Not only with my hands, but with my heart and mind too. As if somehow, my worry will help things along.
And yet, if we look at Jesus, it is quite plain to see that in His life and ministry, He was never in a hurry.
Despite being given the most important task and the greatest responsibility of any man who ever lived, His life was marked by poise and grace and quietness of spirit.
He did not fret over what He needed to accomplish. He was not impressed by numbers. He did not count his followers. And He was not a slave to the clock.
He didn’t do too much, or take on too much, or say yes too much, or make himself crazy.
He simply went about his father’s business, never in a hurry, doing His will, and He let everything else go.
In this, Jesus emulated His own Father, our heavenly Father, who is also never in a hurry. Instead, He is a God of slow growth and long preparation. He is a God of careful planning and sweet care.
In all things, He has His ways. In our lives and the lives of our family, He acts according to His purposes. In all things big and small, He is at work. And He is never in a hurry.
So this week I am praying, as my house is turned upside down and everything I own disappears into boxes, as I drive carpool and shuttle kids around, as I manage school and schedules and speech therapy, that God would help me to not be hurried or harried, in my heart and in my mind and in my soul.
That despite the busyness of my hands and the aches in my body or the chaos around me, He grows within me. He grants me His sweet spirit of peace, poise and quiet, and makes me a little bit more like Jesus – the Jesus who was never in a hurry.
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