God knew what you would need to hear before you even knew you needed to hear it. Words were written on cold mornings that wouldn’t be necessary until the hot summer days of pain. Chapters were planned two years ago for this moment - the opening of the book for the first time, the inhaling of the text in your current situation, the long-ago preparation for the here and now.

Sometimes I feel like I spend most of my life waiting; hovering on the dash between the need and the answer. The gap where I feel like Mr. Time taunts and teases. The wait-game. Played by us all on a daily basis. The game of traffic, check-out lines, drive-thrus, pay-days, school car lines, staff meetings, roasts in ovens, Christmas morning, and the list continues…

Human hands can do great work and produce amazing creations. Yet, there are the untouchables. We cannot influence the sun’s habitual obedience to rise and fall. We cannot manipulate the ocean waves to halt their ebb and flow. We cannot interfere or change the given routine of twenty-four hours, seven days a week.