Timing

Mom had the baby (Watson) and Thomas (3, momma's boy) FINALLY fell asleep for his nap after an hour of whining. I was about to let the six-month-old Golden retriever into "clean up" lunchtime that ended up on the floor. That was when the movie moment started. Capers twirled around, pushed past me, and darted up the stairs, straight into Thomas' room. Every moment following that one was sheer chaos--a muddle of sunscreen, dirty diapers, and cheese quesadillas. It was that night during some juicy conversation with a friend, she cried out in frustration, "The timing is just never right!" 

Coming from a girl who's a little peeved herself with the way the cookie has been crumbling as of late, this absolute statement struck a chord within me. I'm sure there are many who could easily vouch for this mantra....perhaps the teen who emerges from car wreck paralyzed, or Dad who gets laid off right after the birth of his third child. And perhaps I am too young or inexperienced to take on this cynical notion. But being an ever-faithful optimist, I'd like to put a little spin on this statement. 

What if.....(drum roll, please?) the timing is ALWAYS right? What if our lives were orchestrated in such a way that the notes, when heard piecemeal, sounded off-key or out of sync, but, when strung all together, created the beautiful symphony they were always intended to become?

It's a difficult thing to remind ourselves that we are a direct product of every single event in our lives, but as I read today "It is a great thing to tell yourself the truth" (Oswald Chambers).

The truth is simply this--how are we to ever know if timing is wrong or right? We cannot see into the future, nor can we account for our circumstances. One thing we can trust is that as much as we pick and choose daily, there are things that are out of our control. Hindsight is a beautiful thing, my friends, and so is timing.