Time Management

So I've been home from Trek for a week now.

And I miss it.

Is that peculiar or what?!

Okay, so I'm not necessarily missing all the walking or the hot days or cold nights (we woke up one morning with frost on our bags) or the stinky porta-potties . . .

But there is something incredibly peaceful about not being slave to a clock.

Because, as we all know, most Treks and the like are very rarely, if ever, on schedule.

And I've been thinking that maybe that is one of the keys to happiness.

One of the mysteries of heaven, even.

One of the reasons that time is not numbered by God.

One of the many, infinite reasons why He is so happy.

Because going by man's clock is rush, rush, rush, go, go, go, do, do, do, gone, gone, gone.

But God's timing - His eternal clock - takes into consideration -

every wrong turn;

the hole in the middle . .  and the ones on the right and the ones on the left;

the aching, blistered feet that slow, and stop, and rest;

being overloaded and overwhelmed;

food overdone or undercooked;

the majesty of a sunrise;

the grandeur of a sunset;

the waiting,

the sorrow,

going another extra mile, when you thought you just did;

and pulling up the hardest hill without the men.

And miraculously, instead of being drained with rush, rush, rush, go, go, go, do, do, do, gone, gone, gone,

We "stand still, with the utmost assurance, [seeing] the salvation of God."