For years it was my enemy: always working against me, running out at the most inopportune times, moments lasting an eternity when I wanted them to race by.
A new addition to my “toolbox-of-life” is the concept of time as an ally. I start each day with a prayer of “May the timing always be right”.
And then this primes me to look for when it’s working for me rather than against me. A series of delays happened today that I had a hard time not seeing as “annoying”. Even frustrating. They were threatening to steal my peace and joy.
I don’t know why these things happened. But on several occasions those delays have kept me out of an area where a major accident happened. Or helped me avoid a storm. Or put me face to face with someone who needed shoulder to lean on . . . and me with nothing but time on my hands.
So even when I might never know the possible silver lining for the timing not working out as I might have liked it . . . I still smile; perhaps even laugh, and assert that “The timing is always right”.
Is time your enemy, or your ally?