There was a day last week that was a bit tight. One meeting buttted up against the next one, and the possibility of being kept waiting in a doctor's office made the whole schedule seem vulnerable. I did my best to think ahead, checking directions, and having those all important documents in hand. 

 

I bowed out of a zoom about Benjamin's services a few minutes early in order to arrive at the next appointment which was in person. In the few minutes between an afternoon meeting and ferrying a friend to her destination I gulped down the smoothie John had left for me in the fridge. 

 

The whole cascade of have-to-be-where-whens thrummed along, without even that wild card called traffic causing problems. When the last commitment was over I felt self satisfied. While I did not go so far as to stretch my arm over my back to pat it, I did take a deep breath of contentment. 

 

I thought about some of the unpredictables in my life, and those around me. Some answers seem to arrive in a tardy fashion, while others are unduly rushed. I assumed, without admitting as much, that God is not managing time well. 

 

My cheeks flushed. How presumptuous of me, to consider myself qualified to orchestrate the events of an unremarkable day with aplomb, while regarding the God of heaven and earth as not up to his job?

 

"For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways." says the Lord. "For as the heavens are above the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts." Isaiah 55

"If the Lord were not protecting us every moment, every split second, we would be wiped out instantly." Secrets of Heaven 59, Emanuel Swedenborg.