God is always on time

There are moments when life feels like a series of waiting rooms, each minute teaching us something about patience, timing, and trust. On my second lunch break during a Friday shift, I found myself in one of those moments, watching Begin Again with Keira Knightley and (yes) The Hulk -- in human form. Kidding, of course. 

Then came the train scene. A line struck me: God is always on time. He's never late or early, Just in time. I sat with that thought. It rang true to me. God doesn't rush, no does He delay. He places the right people in our lives exactly when we need them. 

I used to be restless with time, always measuring the distance between what I wanted and when I would get it. There's a fragile line between waiting for something to possible and clinging to something impossible-- and I often blurred it. But I've grown. I've learned to stretch my patience, to move with intention while waiting. And in that space, I've discovered that waiting itself  has value. It teaches you to honor the struggles, to celebrate the small wins, and to recognize the effort it took to arrive at the moment you've been hoping for. 

Still, impatience sneaks in -- I am human after all. I get anxious when things don't go the way I expect. I admit, I can be a brat about that. 

Too often, we fail to appreciate what's already in our hands because our eyes are fixed on the "what-ifs". Impatience pushes our attention toward an unknown future, and in doing so, we overlook the small, sacred moments happening right in front of us. 

I've come to believe that God tests us before granting the things we ask for and not in the waiting itself, but in how we carry ourselves while waiting. And if I'm honest, this is where I stumble most. My attitude in the in-between often betrays me, revealing just how much I still have to learn about trust, patience, and grace.

I caught myself complaining the other day, overwhelmed by how much I have on my plate. My first instinct was to escape -- to drown it all in alcohol and pretend I could be a drunkard forever. But deep down, I knew that would betray the very thing I was adamant for: to stand firm in adulthood and to face life head-on instead of running from it. 

So I remind myself: deal with it, breathe through it, and embrace every moment-- the good, the bad, and the messy in-betweens. Life isn't meant to be perfect; it's meant to be lived.

E. 

(Writer's note: This entry was from 2022. I decided to put this back publicly because I think I resonate with it nowadays. The last quarter of 2025 and the early months of 2026 has indeed tested my patience in all forms. Still, here I stand pushing through life's challenges).