For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastens to the end—it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come;
it will not delay.
Habakkuk 2:3 (ESV)
A mentor and dear friend introduced me to a boy mom she thought I should know (She was right. She usually is, right, I mean. She is wise. I love her deeply). We exchanged numbers and emails and pleasantries, and I believe we tried to get together, in fact I think we planned to get together, but it did not happen. It wasn’t time. Our sons began middle school together a few months later, and when we ran into each other, we said “hello,” promising to get together like earnest but busy mommies do, but never did. It wasn’t time.
Fast forward two years, and we discover that not only are our sons in the same middle school, but now they’re in the same extracurricular jazz program. And, we plan, earnestly, to get together again. What is it about this woman, I wonder? Soon I’ll know, but it wasn’t time.
|“It will come at last, |
and abundantly recompense us for waiting.”
that precisely describes the blessing of tea
and shortbread with my new friend.
We actually MADE A PLAN to meet for coffee, or something, and the Universe intervened…I came down with the kind of migraine that not only makes me miss appointments, if sleep will come, I sleep through appointments. I remember my son coming home from class that night and saying, “M’s mom missed you, you guys were supposed to get together, remember??” Argh, missed again. It just wasn’t time.
I remembered today, despite my cold, that we’d made a plan, and determined NOT to miss this opportunity. I pleaded with my overprotective beloved to get out of the house after resting ALL day. I did rest ALL day. But I made it. It was time.
Little did I know that today was the day. I took my cold medicine. I got permission. I got there on time. (I got there early) I didn’t see her, but unlike my usual response, I didn’t become concerned. I waited patiently, never thinking she wouldn’t make it. Something stilled me. Something within me knew it was time. In explaining Habakkuk 2:3, Matthew Henry writes,
Though the promised favour be deferred long, it will come at last, and abundantly recompense us for waiting.
“It will come at last, and abundantly recompense us for waiting.” And that is precisely the language to describe tea and shortbread with my new friend. It’s not enough to say that God was in the Plan. Better to say that God was the Plan. We fellowshipped. We shared common experiences, common perspectives, like we’d known each other a long time, like it was natural for us to be chatting together. We only wrapped up after 90 minutes, because after 90 minutes our sons’ lessons were done. We could’ve kept going. We will...
We will keep going, because now it’s time. “The vision awaits its appointed time…” I don’t know what His Plan is, but clearly, already it has been worth waiting for. At last it came, and according to The Word, the recompense will be abundant, like so much He has already placed in my life. Thank You, Lord. Thanks, D. I’m glad we didn’t give up on getting together. God’s got a plan…
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