Most of the time I try to wait patiently for things to happen on the Lord's time and not mine. Things such as getting a job, finding out what to study in school, deciding who I want to spend the rest of my life and eternity with and all other processes of decision-making teach me that there is a time and place for everything in the Lord's perfect plan. I may think that a certain time is right, but I am usually proved wrong.
But every once in a while, our merciful God seems to comply with our pleading. In our much-less-than perfect brains, we conceive a certain time and certain way for an event to occur, and it happens. And as we continue to think about it, the timing becomes more and more perfect. The miracles of God are present and endless, my friends. Tender mercies truly happen. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions, but I now believe that the Lord knows when something will hurt so deeply no matter when, how, or where it happens, but the depth may be eased slightly by the event happening according to our wishes. How grateful I am that the Lord answers prayers.
