God's Perfect Timing

Today was eventful and fully unexpected. One of the things I love most about going through life walking with God. I can't help but stand in awe of who He is after days like these.

Recently God has been showing me more and more about the urgency of the gospel. I don't have time to waste. In fact the gospel is so urgent, that my life should be consumed by it. But the reality is not so. I tend to be more consumed with myself; with my agenda; with my wants, needs, and desires. I often wonder when I will begin to act upon the things I know to be truth. When will I truly grasp the urgency of the gospel? I don't know. I don't know if I ever will fully grasp it. But I will keep trying.

Yesterday, I needed to go to the post office. Without thinking, I ventured to the post office at around 1 pm on the first of the month. NEVER, I repeat, NEVER go to the post office on the first of the month. The whole city will be there. Or actually, GO. Go to the post office on the first of the month, because the whole city will be there; waiting. Waiting for their turn, with nothing to do. I walked in only needing to mail a simple envelope. I walked out an hour and a half later, with a new friend and having shared my life and story with her. God's timing is perfect. Why did I go to the post office on the first of the month without thinking about it? Because God thought about it.

Today I woke up late. I went out to get a coffee first thing, knowing that if I didn't I may not set foot in the bar I should frequent everyday. On my way home I passed by Grace walking down the street. We never pass each other on the street. Today we did. We did so right next to a little eccentric tea shop. We walked in together thinking it would be for just a second, but then we saw a stray dog. Actually though, it was not a stray dog. It belonged to Jenny. Jenny is the Australian lady who lives in Naples that we met in the tea shop. Who we proceeded to share the gospel with and share our views/beliefs of Christianity with. Though Jenny disagreed with everything we said, we said it anyway. We spoke truth to her and she heard it. Why did the random events of us passing each other on the street, walking into this shop, and talking out loud about the stray dog happen? Because God wanted it to.

My prayer is this: that I would stop being so consumed with myself, with my agenda, with what I want, with what I don't want, and with how I want things to happen. God has perfect timing. But I miss out on half of what He is doing because I can't see past my own eyelashes.

I'm practicing to see more of Him and less of me.