dailydatewithgod

It seems as though things come together in the end.  The longer I live my life the more I am in acceptance of the timing of things.  Of course, letting go of my perfectionist tendencies also helps.  My approach may not be so Zen when it comes to dating and relationships or old wounds that seem to need more cycles to work through, but nobody can do everything the same.  Besides, I figure if I do not trust in God’s appointed time on those things, I am really left out in the cold.  There are too many occurrences where the person who I needed to speak to just showed up, the book carrying the insights I was lacking came across my path, or the experience to generate the feelings I did not know how to connect with happens.  The appointed person, book, or experience present themselves in a way that I could not have orchestrated if I tried.  It is in the humbling appointed moments and times, I am reminded that God has my back.  Someone somewhere with greater wisdom than me is insuring the greatest good for all involved.  It makes me wonder how often I am the appointed one in someone else’s life. I am tickled at the idea that God might be using me as an instrument of happenstance in someone’s life and I have no idea. If we pause and breathe sometimes we can sense it in the moment, but it requires a certain playful approach to life.  It is not about being or feeling controlled.  It is about falling into the mystery of life and how it works out.  Acknowledging the appointed experiences in our lives whether we are the givers or the receivers reminds me to slow down and enjoy the ride.