I wanted to hurry, to rush, and to go,
But God gently whispered, “Take it slow.”
I tapped on my watch and frowned at the sky.
“Why wait,” I said, “when time’s flying by?”
I charted my schedule. I mapped out my days.
I labeled my plans in a hundred bold ways.
But just when I thought I had mastered my track,
God shuffled my schedule and said, “Step back.”
We can’t see the future. All we see is the now.
We struggle to see the when, why, and how.
We measure in minutes, but God measures with grace.
He knows our journey—the time and the place.
I sighed and moaned. “All right, have your way.”
I really wanted tomorrow to start yesterday,
I waited and wondered, then waited some more,
Wondering when opportunity would knock on my door.
I learned that a clock can both help and confuse.
It ticks when I rest, and it ticks when I snooze.
But when I’m with God and I trust in his plan,
My minutes feel better than hours ever can.
Here’s what I’m learning while walking his pace—
Not every delay is a shame or disgrace.
Sometimes a detour is a gift in disguise,
Leading to blessings or a sweet new surprise.
So don’t let the ticking put fear in your soul.
Let God be your compass, your clock, and your goal.
And when you’re unsure of the timing or place—
Just hold to his hand and keep walking by grace.
