I do not like to be late. In fact, I prefer to be early. I'm not
quite sure where that habit developed in my life, but it's
something that I find at one and the same time a strength
(beginning early generally gives me a feeling of being prepared)
and a weakness (I find myself getting annoyed with others who might
not be early).
A focus on my timeliness has reminded me that God does not work
on my timetable. Sometimes, I am awed by how He has planned things
out long before I even knew there was going to be something to
plan. My on-time mentality has a great respect for those events.
Sometimes, God works things out just in time. I am always impressed
by such events because I would find it so difficult to live a
just-in-time life. But then, sometimes, God is late - well, late
according to my timetable. And it's in those circumstances that I
wrestle the most with God.
He is never late. He never oversleeps. He is always working at
just the right time (Romans 5:6). If I am impatient or frustrated
with God because of His apparent tardiness, that is a sign of my
own weak faith - not a sign of any lack of strength, ability, or
character on His part. I dread this prayer, but, Lord, give me
patience.