By Jenny Fulton
It has been nearly seven years since my last Five-Minute Friday post. Every week on this site, a topic is posted. The idea is to turn that internal editor off and write for five minutes straight. Then you post your blog and link up with others who have done the same.
This past week, I was looking back at some of my previous Five-Minute Friday posts and remembered how much I enjoyed doing them. Since I’ve been trying to do a five-minute free-write before I begin working on my other writing projects, this seemed to fit right in.
So, here we go…
Topic: Timing
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I’ve actually been thinking a lot about timing lately – our timing vs. God’s timing.
Ours is temporal. God’s is eternal.
Our ideas of time are limited, and generally impatient, wanting things now or as soon as possible. We can’t see beyond the present, even if we can plan for the future and many of our timing preferences are based on the future, we can never know exactly what the future will hold.
But God’s timing is limitless. He can see everything, past, present, future, things physical and spiritual.
So much of the time, timing that feels off for us, feels like a mistake, is actually part of God’s perfect timing.
Like the time when my Grandma Lillian was 15 and she missed the bus for the 200 mile trip from Shiprock to the Albuquerque Indian School. She was disappointed. She wanted to go to school. A couple days later, a missionary couple she’d met at the school came by their home in Shiprock and asked if she’d come serve with them as an interpreter at the new mission they were starting in Torreon.
Because of a seeming timing mistake,
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Topic Continued…
Because of a timing event that seemed like a mistake, my grandma helped start Torreon Navajo Mission, a mission that’s still very present and active in that community today. It’s at Torreon that she later met my grandpa, a young man who went to Torreon to serve the Navajo community as a preacher.
It’s crazy to think about all the things that would be different if Grandma hadn’t missed that bus, if she hadn’t missed the opportunity she thought she wanted, only to be given an even greater one.
And I’m obviously thankful she missed that bus, because I wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t.
*To see more of this week’s Five-Minute Friday posts, check out the link-up here.
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