A poem I wrote that outlines a conversation I had with the Lord, wrestling with the idea of His timing and my disagreement or maybe just frustration with it:

Too Slow

You know what God;

sometimes I feel like you’re just too slow.

the seeds that I sow are taking too long to grow

I’m trying my best to do what I know

trusting that in time the the fruit will start to show

You say you bring the harvest

in due season I’ll reap

but I gotta be honest

this feels like a leap

I’m just saying

I’ve been waiting

through the rain, shine, and snow,

And I’m staring to feel like you’re just too slow…

Oh no son, I hear you,

but you’ve got it all wrong;

I’m not too slow, I’m just more patient than you.

I’m not taking too long, I’m just more gracious than you.

see My love is patient, so that means I’m more loving than you.

the people you pray for,

the seeds that you’ve sown,

the transformation you wait for

In others and yourself,

the changes you hasten for

come steadily for your health

the promises you ache for

that you long to be fulfilled,

I haven’t forgotten one,

I’ve kept a note to self.

but they’ll happen in My timing

And you don’t want them anytime else

Because eating fruit before it’s ripe

isn’t good for your health.

so trust in My timing son,

Trust the slow work

and when you get impatient,

remember My smirk

The blessing that comes

when the waiting is done

Is worth every moment

You sat frustrated in My love

Oh no son, I hear you,

but you’ve got it all wrong;

I’m not too slow,

I’m just more loving than you.