{From the Front Porch // His Timing is Perfect}

It was 2:30 a.m. when I woke up wide awake...no tossing, no turning, just fully alert. The house was still and quiet, and I knew immediately: the Lord had stirred my heart. It wasn’t a restless kind of waking, but a holy invitation. God was calling me to sit with Him. So I prayed.

And as I poured out my heart in the stillness of that early morning, it hit me like a flood: God’s timing is absolutely perfect.

It’s something we say often in Christian circles...sometimes too easily. But that night, the weight of those words settled deep into my soul. As I prayed, my mind wandered back to a season that still carries tender places...our infertility journey.

Those years were filled with so much waiting. Waiting that turned into hoping. Hoping that sometimes gave way to aching. Each passing month felt heavier than the one before it, each unanswered prayer a question hanging in the silence. There were days I wrestled with God. Days I doubted. Days I couldn’t understand why a good desire seemed to go unanswered.

But that night, in the quiet hush of 2:30 a.m., I saw it all with a different lens.

If we hadn’t walked through those hard years…
If God had answered my prayers my way…
If He had moved when I thought He should…

If not for His timing, we wouldn’t be in this exact season, with these exact people, living out this chapter of our story. Mason would not have these amazing friends that he has, playing this sport that he loves with said friends. It was His divine plan from the very beginning, crafted by a God who loves us beyond measure.

And the truth became so beautifully clear:
God was never late. He was right on time.

“He has made everything beautiful in its time.” – Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NIV)

 

Sometimes, when we’re in the thick of waiting, we can’t see the beauty ahead. The pain blinds us. The longing clouds our faith. But friend, I want to remind you...our God doesn’t waste a single second. Every delay, every detour, every tear cried in the dark... it’s all held in His hands. He sees the full picture when we can only see one corner of the canvas.

Looking back now, I’m so incredibly thankful for the season we’re in. Not because it’s perfect, but because I can finally see the perfection in His timing.

So if you're in a waiting season today, take heart. Let this be your reminder that God isn’t slow or silent...He’s sovereign. He is writing a story for your life that is rich with purpose, even in the pauses. Trust Him. Talk to Him at 2:30 a.m. if you have to. Because He’s there. And He’s always, always right on time.

From my front porch to yours... may you always feel the nearness of God, the beauty in the ordinary, and joy in the little things.