There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die…
Living in the “Last Frontier” is full of fun adventure and rugged terrain…and also increased risk of injury. While some people think twice before jumping in an airplane you just rolled out of your garage, the enormous size of our state means it’s no big deal to hop in a puddle jumper to do chores. (We put our kids on planes just to get them to soccer games.) Even running out to get the mail means dodging a moose or two along the way.
“Hey, when it’s time to go it’s time to go,” we frequently say around the house. It may sound macabre, but it’s not. It’s truth. God’s timing is His own.
Piper hasn’t discerned that people outside our family may not appreciate our candid deference to God’s sovereignty. Obsessed with getting her learner’s permit, she practiced endless vehicular touch-n-gos up and down the driveway. One day, Todd’s buddies had congregated at the end of the drive in front of his shop, paying no attention to the little girl in the big black truck.
“Slow down, I hollered. “You’re going to kill them all.”
She just rolled her eyes and sighed, “Eh. When it’s time to go…”
Sweet Freedom in Action
Today, remember that God’s timing is perfect. “Let go and let God” doesn’t have to be cliche; it works better than trying to orchestrate your own timeline.
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