Growing up one of my favorite things to do was playing softball. Music and sports were two of my favorite hobbies, and they seemed to help keep me busy and out of trouble.
I remember being twelve, and first learning the art of swinging a bat. I wanted to say I was a runner up for Babe Ruth’s famous title, but sadly my timing in the game was way off. I remember being so frustrated that this huge metal bat was not meeting the fat of this giant ball…frustrated beyond belief, I looked at my coach and said this is pointless…I can’t hit it.
He chuckled at my pre-teen drama and said, Monika—“Timing Is Everything.”
I knew my timing was off. If I swung too soon, I struck out. If I swung too late, I struck out. It didn’t seem like a win-win situation, or that softball would be a natural talent held within my arsenal. Not only was my timing off at the home plate, but I wasn’t even giving myself “time” to learn the game.
I wish I could say that this timing lesson many years ago stuck with me through the continuation of my adolescence and adulthood—but I still struggle with timing even to this day.
I HATE WAITING.
I tend to swing either too early, or too late…causing me to lose my rhythm with God’s perfect flow.
Even to this day, It’s as if I can hear the Lord gently reminding me…Monika, timing is everything. And you know, when I look back on all the moments in life when it felt like I was behind or losing ground, He was actually coming through right on time.
When I was waiting on a Friday night eating ice-cream and wallowing in self-pity that I spent another weekend dateless and alone…His timing was everything.
When I desperately prayed to conceive during a brutal two-year wait, His timing panned out to be everything.
So many life lessons can be learned right here in the in-between.
As we are learning the rhythm of God’s timing, it’s important that we give ourselves grace, and trust that whether we are late or early, God is conditioning our hearts to hit a home run. He is teaching us the art of waiting until His perfect timing becomes present.
We are going to strike out sometimes and get it wrong. We will get too far ahead of His plan, or slump back in comfort when He is pushing us rapidly to take a risk…learning that we can trust His timing, and begin to learn His rhythm is half the battle.
Here are a few ways you can condition your heart, and improve your home run stats.
1). Learn Your Season.
There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens: 2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, 3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build 4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, 5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing 6 a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away 7 a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak 8 a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
The more we dive into the word of God and listen for His voice, the more familiar we will become with our season of life. Sometimes it simply isn’t our time, and we must allow God to plant deep lessons and understanding in the midst of the wait.
God is not bound to our timetable or our rigid way of getting things done. He is the God of the suddenly, but also the God of the “take your sweet time, Lord.”
And with each lesson in His timing—He is proving His word and promises are true.
2). Stop Comparing.
Comparison at its root is evil. And comparison is something we all do way too well. We get on social, and suddenly we are comparing our timing in the sun (or lack thereof) with everyone else that’s projecting movement and success.
Our season of life may look different than any of our friends or family, that doesn’t mean we aren’t exactly where God wants us to be.
3). Keep Your Eyes on Jesus
Well, I am happy to report that I finally did hit that home run, not once, not twice, but many times in the making…and I found that the trick of the flow was keeping my eyes on the ball.
It took the pressure off, and I simply kept my eyes tethered on the incoming pitch.
Don’t look to the right or to the left, keep your eyes on Jesus. It doesn’t matter if you’re in your thirties and still waiting for Mr. right, keep your eyes on Jesus (not your friends.)
It doesn’t matter if you feel like you are the last one picked, and the odds just simply aren’t in your favor to make that God-dream fully come to fruition…Keep our eyes on Jesus.
He has a way of working all things out for our good. Whether we feel He is late, or maybe too early, His ways are perfect…and we can trust that He is working for us, and in us, as we continue to learn this crazy game of life.