I propose that If God made watches they would only display one time: eleven fifty-nine and fifty-nine seconds. Why? Because it seems to me it is normally the last possible second when He chooses to answer my prayers and do His divine work. His timing is perfect of course, but it never coincides with my chosen timeline. Candidly, considering how I am transformed for the better by this process, I am actually grateful for it. His way imparts greater confidence to me in the biblical promise: “When He appears we shall be like Him, because we shall see Him as He is.” It is now abundantly clear; it only takes a second for God to do a miracle…just one last second. Omnipotent Father, forgive my imprudent haste. In my final moments on this earth You will finish Your work in me and I’ll arrive to You perfect. Wow.
John Bunyan’s “The Pilgrim's Progress from This World, to That Which Is to Come” is an allegory written while he was imprisoned for his Christian beliefs. Until we reach the Golden Gates of Heaven we must progress in our walk of faith here on earth. Each time I think I understand God’s ways and means He turns the diamond and new facets of His splendor emerge. For the true believer there is no spiking the ball in the end zone on this side of Glory; there is no settling down where we are in this life. Not only am I tolerant of this constantly changing status, I am genuinely thankful for it. I am being pulled toward eternal purpose that I cannot fathom but I instinctively know awaits me. So I’ll keep my shoes on until it’s over. Lord, though I struggle in Your arms, You never let me go. Keep me moving toward Your perfect will. Help me never miss a turn or stop unnecessarily. Keep me progressing toward Your perfect will.