Timing is Everything.

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(Isn't Garrett Hedlund just soooo adorable?!)

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heavens:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, ad a time of peace.

-Ecclasiastes 3: 1-8

Time.

It's something I've been thinking about a lot lately. Why do things happen when they do? Why not a month sooner? Why then? Why now?

There are things I would have given anything to hear two years ago. But now, two years later, hearing those words...It's wrong. It doesn't work. The time is gone.

You can call it fate, or destiny. Sometimes it really seems like it's a mystery.

The past two years of my life - graduation, college, dating - seem to be a blur of missteps, bad timing and an incredible amount of frustration. I often find myself wondering, 'what if I had met him a month earlier?' 'what if I had stayed that summer?' 'what if I had actually waited after I finished that test?'

And honestly, I'm sick of the 'what ifs.' I'm sick of wishing. I'm sick of wondering. I'm sick of dwelling.

People think you're lucky, but you know it's grace.

Then it occurred to me that I was being selfish. Timing isn't all about me. Timing is about those around me - my friends, my family, people I hardly even know. Just because I feel like the time is right for something doesn't mean everyone else does. I guess I've always known in the back of my mind, but these days it's become more and more apparent that I'm not on my time. I'm on God's, who knows a heck of a lot more than I do.

I'll probably never know why there have been so many missed opportunities in my life, but I do know that when things do come together, it will be extraordinary. Because God knows what He's doing.

Why settle for good when you can have great?

So, if there's anyone else out there like me, wishing things could have happened differently, stop wishing. Stop dwelling. Stop wondering. Our time is coming. And when it does, we'll be glad we missed the bus three years ago. We'll be glad the timing all those times was off. Because life will be better, much better, than any of us could have ever dreamed.

And for now, let us live life to the fullest. Believe. Obey. Endure.
Remember, your best days are always ahead of you.