Harvest came early. My thoughts came late. Thankfully I know the One responsible for scheduling. No matter the details I have planned for my life or the timetable in which I believe my world operates, God’s timing is impeccable.
To an outsider it may have appeared as if harvest in Central Illinois crept in unexpectedly. To the experienced farmer, it was probably not so surprising. When the crops are ready to be harvested, it’s time to harvest. Timing is everything.
The timing of autumn has always brought one of favorite seasons simply for one fact, harvest. As you leisurely drive through the countryside the landscape changes in a matter of minutes. Tall brown stalks of corn suddenly give way to grand vistas previously obstructed during summer months. The gentle rustling of dried beans fades for the hum and drum of a combine emptying a load. The dark nights are filled with beast like eyes of tractors pulling full loads and of combines making rounds.
Each member of a farming family is crucial to a successful harvest of the grains which fill the landscapes of farmland across the United States. Every task has a purpose. If even one tiny cog in the grand operation known has harvest comes to a halt, so too does the whole operation. Timing is everything.
These simple grains which are harvested each year are someone’s livelihood. They provide roofs and homes for families in farming communities. Each load emptied into grain bins or hauled to elevators is the result of long hours; planning, prayers for rain, shirts full of sweat, prayers to keep the rain at bay, and patience. Timing is everything.
Often times my time table and God’s time table don’t jive. I have an expectation or a desire and a time frame by when I want an answer. It’s a constant struggle of mine; to surrender. To let go and trust God.
I’m not one to have every detail of every corner of my life planned out to the minute. I do have dreams. I do have hopes. The dreams and hopes did not exactly take the shapes I imagined. That’s okay. It’s better than okay. How was I to know God had a different shape for my life? How was I to know he would take what was ugly and scarred and hurt to make a new creation? God’s timing is everything.
I should have known. He told me he would.
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“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; Behold, the new has come!”
2 Corinthians 5:17
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“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.”
Ezekiel 36:26
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“We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life.”
Romans 6:4
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“He who was seated on the throne said, ‘I am making everything new!’ Then he said, ‘Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.'”
Revelation 21:5
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If he who created the universe cares about the harvest, the simple grains, how much more does he care for me? He perfectly times the rain, the afternoon sun and the gentle evening breezes to provide a bountiful harvest. He does the same for me. His timing for my life is impeccable. Now I must give him access to harvest within me the simples grains of my life to a bountiful God-filled life.
I am a new creation. He has taken my old self and made me new in him. Quite frankly, I am a work in progress. A slow and steady work. There are parts of myself I surrender and God makes whole. There are parts I surrender and slowly allow myself to regain control.
But he is patient. He is understanding. He has impeccable timing. If I only would learn to lean more heavily into him. To fully trust him with every minute of every hour of every day of every year.
As I look toward the season of thanks, may God continually remind me to be thankful for his timing. His good and perfect timing.