A time to give birth, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted.
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to tear down, and a time to build up.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to throw stones, and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace, and a time to shun embracing.
A time to search, and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away.
A time to tear apart, and a time to sew together;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time for war, and a time for peace." Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
God isn't into rush jobs. We shouldn't be either, but we often are. We want to get to the next stage of life. We want to get past something. We want Christmas to come.
Don't be anxious to get past something. Learn all you can where you are at. Look around. Observe. Take it in. Drink it in. No matter what you are dealing with there is great good in it for you to learn. Don't waste it.
I've always been a horse lover -- I think most girls are. When I was four or five I got a painted plastic pony for Christmas I could sit on. When I was in grade school my older brother gave me a horse poster for Christmas. I think that was the only thing he ever gave for Christmas. It meant so much to me. Still does.
When I met my husband in Somalia, Africa back in 1993 we talked a lot. He told me he'd buy me a horse. He'd teach me to ride. He'd make me into a cowgirl.
Fast forward almost 19 years. We've had horses most of our married life. And I have rode. Back in 1998 we got a horse named Jake who I loved, but he was too smart for me. When my husband rode him it was like magic to watch them together. I did ride Jake but not often because I was never in charge and he knew it. He died a few years ago due to an accident. I still miss him.
Four years ago a horse named Jon was born on our place to Princess, our brood mare. He was an accident. We hadn't been able to geld his father yet (who was really ugly and didn't have a good disposition -- he was three years old at the time of Jon's conception).
Amazingly enough Jon has turned out to be a beautiful horse.
He and I get along well. I say his name once and he walks over to me. A couple of years ago we could sit on his back easily. He didn't mind at all. Last year he was a bit too studdy -- but we couldn't geld him. He had way too much spirit for me. This year he was gelded. And yesterday I rode him for the first time. Shannon has been training for me.
Jon and I did well together. We're both learning.
This has been a long process but it has been worth it. If I had rushed it one of us would have possibly gotten hurt and bad habits might have been established.
God is in control. Really. He has your best in mind. Give Him the time He needs to work out the details. Don't worry. Things will work out. And they will work out better than you can see at this time. Rest and wait on Him.