TIME IS IN HIS HANDS
Today's reading: Habakkuk

"How long, O Lord, must I call for help?.." Habakkk 1:2 NLT

I spent a portion of my morning conversing with a friend who is as mad as a wet hen at God. She cannot believe He is taking them down a certain path, not answering in the way she wishes He would and, this might be her biggest complaint, He is not doing it quickly enough for her liking.

Time, the measured or measurable period during which an action, process, or condition exists or continues.

I understand her complaints. Her family is hurting. Her heart is broken. Her strength is wavering. Her faith is faultering. Her ears are beginning to be filled with satan's lies. Her prayers seem to be unheard. Her back is bent to breaking with this burden.

But would tomorrow be too late for God's glory to shine? Would next week be too late for the Lord to be honored and praised for a prodigal to return? Would next year be too late for a lost loved one to receive the Savior? Would anything He does for us be worth waiting another minute, another hour, another day?

Would eight days have been too long for God to create our great, big, beautiful world, instead of seven? Would Lazarus' resurrection have been any less miraculous if it had occurred in fewer or more days? Would our sins have been washed any whiter because Christ's three days in the tomb would have ended up being four days?

Who are we to judge God's motives, abilities or love based on a human idea called time?