This past Monday, I was scheduled to spend time with two friends, one at 5pm and the other at 6pm. The first was my roommate, and she didn’t arrive until 5:25pm. The second was a friend who has always been known for her promptness. Yet this time she didn’t come until 6:25pm. Once I found out that the second friend was going to be late, I was so frustrated and tried to reschedule with her. She insisted that she would only be 10-15 more minutes so I should just wait. I didn’t anticipate the delay, so I didn’t have a book with me, only my journal and my Bible, as I had Bible study at 7pm. I could have read my Bible, but I was feeling frustrated and felt a tug towards my journal. I started writing, and this is what I wrote:
By two friends being late (25 minutes late!) within two hours, God is showing me…
– It’s not about me.
– I need to be patient.
– I need to learn to give grace.
– Neither of these ‘meetings’ are about me.
-Other people have problems too.
There’s something else He wants me to do during that time. He’s still sovereign. He still knows what He’s doing.
In retrospect they seem like such small, insignificant little things. But I felt impacted by these truths that the Lord brought to me by the tardiness of these friends. I’m grateful that He made me slow down and wait for a few minutes to whisper into my ear.
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