All in God’s good timing,
but what is timing to you?
You who hold the end from the beginning,
You who, we are told, see and know all things,
Do our fleeting days matter?
In the grand scheme of things
does my bit part concern you?
You call me fearfully and wonderfully made,
made in your image,
and yet, from where I am the timing is all out of synch,
I stumble through these days,
trying to find sure footing,
giving myself to uncertainty,
because the certainty offered is not certain at all….
so I have to trust in your good timing,
and I choose to hold onto the word good,
I choose to trust, though I cannot see or feel it,
that your purposes will somehow be worked out,]
that good will come,
that all will be well,
that new life is possible,
all in God’s good timing…