Timing is Everything

When I was 14 years old, I dreamed of being a mom one day.

I pictured a little brown-haired, blue-eyed girl, and a blonde-haired blue-eyed boy, and day-dreamed in depth about holding them, loving them and watching them grow. I even picked out the name of my daughter. I prayed that God would one day fill my life with these little people that didn’t yet exist in my world.

Throughout my twenties, after several relationship heartbreaks, I wondered if the life I had pictured at 14, was nothing more than a childish dream.

As life would have it, I eventually married, and just shy of 28 years old, I gave birth to that beautiful little brown-haired, blue-eyed baby girl.

2 1/2 years after that, I gave birth to that beautiful little blonde-haired, blue-eyed baby boy.

Not only did God give me the desire of my heart by entrusting me with these amazing little souls, he blessed me with two beautiful bonus daughters who taught me that you don’t have to give birth to a child to be a mama.

Fast forward past a tumultuous divorce, and many curves in the road, I was now in my mid-thirties.

I was dating my now husband, Steve, making plans for the future. God had blessed me once more, with a wonderful bonus child; this time, a son, who taught me the beauty of unconditional love, and also, how to correctly throw a football.

I was so very grateful for the life we were building, yet deep inside, I longed for another child. It felt like our lives had come together to form this amazing puzzle, but I couldn’t help but feel like there was just one missing piece.

I had always wanted another child, but after many discussions, it just didn’t seem to be the right choice for us. Even though my heart was broken at the thought, we decided that a baby wasn’t in our future.

Fast forward 10 years. With our oldest living on his own, and the younger two in high school, Steve and I were preparing ourselves for life as empty-empty-nesters. I had fully released the thought of that missing puzzle piece and replaced it with complete gratitude for the family we’d created.

Little did I know, God had been holding that piece in the palm of His hand the whole time.

At nearly 45 years old, standing in our bathroom staring at a test with a plus sign, all at once my heart felt every emotion that one can feel.

I was utterly shocked and terrified, yet thrilled and excited.

In November of 2022, God placed that tiny, little missing piece of our puzzle into my arms.  

Today, I am overwhelmed with gratitude, and remain in complete awe of the picture God created.

I humbly stand as living proof that if you trust and believe that your life is divinely led, our loving Creator will give you the deepest desires of your heart. He will bless you far beyond your wildest imagination. BUT, here’s the key:

Timing.  

Just like a child, we want what we want, when we want it.

We’re impatient.
We melt down.
We lose hope.
We give up.

We often fail to realize that while we’re agonizing over that empty space where the missing piece should be, God has already finished the puzzle.

He’s simply processing us until we’re spiritually, emotionally, and mentally mature enough to appreciate and protect the whole picture.

Just like we would’t hand over car keys to a 10 year old child to drive a car, He doesn’t give us what we need until He knows we’re ready.

Our timing is based on our short-sighted vision. His timing is based on eternity.

Your picture was completed before you were even born, you just have to trust God’s process. Timing is everything, my friend!

God’s timing is everything.