Good Timing

I am a woman of little patience. My husband knows this well, my children know this well. I crave to have things done on time, in order, and the moment I say so. Although my husband may disagree, I AM working on it! I work on it when I am in a slow moving line at the grocery store, when we have slow service out at a restaurant, but mostly what puts my bum in gear on working on it is when I see the same trait appearing in my children, not a good feeling to know you are responsible for that. How do I work on patience? Honestly, it has worked more on me. After I read that God's timing is always perfect and really thought about it, it stuck with me. When a babysitter wasn't right on time, that scripture came to mind and instantly soothed me. Who am I to argue with Him about timing of things? When my husband isn't home right on time, obviously the Man Upstairs had bigger plans for him at the moment than helping to cut chicken into bite size pieces for a one year-old. I have tried to instill this scripture into my children, reminding them that when things don't happen on their time it is ok.
Amazingly enough, as I have repeated this mantra in my head, something crazy has happened. More and more moments of Thank-you God for amazing timing have happened, and less of "why is this not happening my way?" moments have come to pass, small miracles.
One of these miracles came as an early Christmas miracle. It had been raining for the past week (who am I kidding? probably the past 13 days) in our state and finally this day the sun was shining!! The girls and I broke free of the house to soak in some much needed vitamin D. On my mind were thoughts of some of Santa's presents that were to be delivered early from the workshop and how I was going to get everything done as December 25th quickly approached. As the UPS man came to a halt at our driveway I wasn't too anxious knowing my oldest isn't a fluid reader yet, so any package from Santa I could play off as something for Daddy's work. The UPS man came down off of the truck and informed me that for some reason Santa had put a picture of the play kitchen on one side of the box it had come in and as he said this, glanced to my two girls playing in the front yard. He then when onto to say that he could put the large box (one that I couldn't slide, let alone carry) picture side down in the corner of our garage.
As he excited the garage I literally gave him a high five (the high five is still cool on most given days) and said God bless, and meant every word of it, God's amazing timing just filled up our yard. Think about it. If it had been raining, no way would I have let any man into our home to hide a box without my husband home, and the other consequence would have been some magic being stolen and Santa and I having to cover our tracks rather quickly as to why two little girl's play kitchen hadn't come on Santa's sleigh. No doubt about it, an everyday miracle. THANK-YOU, GOD, FOR YOUR PERFECT TIMING.