An Acceptable Time - Psalm 69:13

But as for me, my prayer is to you, O Lord . At an acceptable time, O God, in the abundance of your steadfast love answer me in your saving faithfulness. Psalm 69:13

I get mad at the Lord sometimes. And I know this is wholly unsafe. So, I hide my anger behind my back like a schoolboy who got caught taking something out of another student’s backpack.

And of course, the Lord sees all.

Gently, He whispers His corrections. Working on this or that in my chaotic soul, invisibly.

And sometimes, He roars like a lion, scaring the mess out of me. Which turns out to be a loving thing to do. For then, I know that he sees. There’s no question. And that is a blessing.

I’m not going to lie; I have a hard time with the Lord’s timing (I repent Lord).

I think, why didn’t you do this or that, then? Why did you let it get so bad? Why so much pain and hurt?

And I have to remind myself, “I am not God; I serve Him.”

He answers at an acceptable time.

His timing. Not mine.

He is the one who holds the tapestry of all creation together—in his cheeks. For He spoke it all into being. And it was good.

That which He spoke in the past is good. That which He is doing now is good. And that which He will do is good. His timing is acceptable.

And His answers arrive in the abundance of His steadfast love. Not a little bit. Abundance. Ever go to a feast or a party where there is so much food on the table that you are disappointed that there is no way you can eat it all?

Abundance.

He compounds that abundant, steadfast love with His saving faithfulness.

When I’m waiting. When I’m miserable. When I lack trust.

He is God.

When I complain that He is late. He says, “Don’t you see that I’m right on time. Don’t you see that I’ve done it over and over again?”

He is right on time in saving faithfulness and steadfast love. And He has buckets of it for all of His Children, for those who are the called according to His purpose.

Lord, I repent my impatience today. How insolent of me to be passive aggressive toward you! Today, I accept your acceptable timing. I am not God. I serve you. Lord, may I turn toward you quickly and not hide my anger from you. Lord, rather, I bring it to you and ask you to heal. I ask you to give me the grace to empty it all out, not holding any anger back for a rainy day. Lord, I know I matter to you. I know you are working a miracle in me. Blessed be the Name of the Lord.