Just Give Him Time

My impatience revealed itself when I spoke with God this morning. I didn’t 

actually demand, but the intent behind my request was that He would do 

something yesterday, if not sooner. Without words, He reminded me of the 

baking process—and it is a process. If I am creating an end product of food to 

be eaten, it takes time--the correct amount of time. When the directions on the 

recipe indicate I need to bake it for 40-60 minutes, those aren’t code words for 

30 minutes. Anything less than the allotted time ends up half-baked and 

inedible, needing to be tossed away. So, too, with us humans. He 

creates perfection. That takes time—His, not mine. It gives new meaning to

the phrase “He’s not finished with me yet.”