Delayed, Not Denied

Every so often I exclaim in disgust, "Why can't life simply fall in to place like it's suppose too?  Why can't I catch a break every once in a while?  Living life shouldn't be this hard."  Thankfully these words have not passed my lips lately, but I have been guilty of wanting a little easier life from time to time.  Even something as trivial as the desire to go camping, but getting forced to postpone the activity due to the forecast of potential inclement weather.  (By the way, I wasn't able to go camping yesterday or today exactly for the aforementioned reason.  This wasn't even a blip on my radar, but sometimes having something, anything, go my way would be nice.)  Then I look back in hindsight upon life.  Would I enjoy the little things in life as much if I didn't have to work for it or the timing wasn't right?  I have to remember it is God's timing and not mine which is important.  Maybe I wouldn't have been ready emotionally or intellectually to enjoy what I was trying to implement.  On a larger scale, it took me over twenty years to be able to attend college.  Would I have excelled then as I did now?  Who knows?!  Now I'm looking at the struggle I'm having in moving from a community college to a four-year university.  No one seems to want a student who has excellent grades and a desire to excel.  Will I have to face another twenty years before the opportunity for school presents itself again?  I hope not.  I'm not sure what God is up too, but I look forward in anticipation to His working in my life.  Delayed dreams and goals do not mean denied dreams and goals.  These sort of things are delayed for when I am in the right stage of life and maturity to enjoy such things.  With eternity in view, these years on earth are a vanishing mist which I don't mind using in waiting on God.

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