Time, Time, Time

Sometimes I get antsy.

I feel like I often find myself waiting for all kinds of things in my young adult life. Waiting to graduate from Westmont. Waiting for the right job, or to feel right in any job. Waiting to get into graduate school. Waiting to start, and now, waiting to finish graduate school. Waiting for my heart to break, and waiting for my heart to heal. Waiting for summer, or fall, or winter, or summer again. Waiting for love. Waiting for a place I live to feel like home. Waiting to see my family or friends after it's been too long. Waiting to be pursued. Waiting for the next episode of Private Practice or Gossip Girl. Waiting to fit into my skinny jeans. Waiting for my nail polish to dry or the stoplight to turn green.

Generally, I find myself feeling like I either have too much time, or not enough time. (Not enough time to sleep, get ready for work, read, pray, study, exercise, cook...)

There is a Celtic saying (yes, I came across this little gem on a Good Earth tea bag)..."when God made time, He made enough of it."

I'd like to believe this with my whole heart and mind, all the time. I think I'm officially making this my new M.O. When God made time, He made enough of it. It's so simple, really. Of course God made just the right amount of time. Next time you find me complaining about where I am on the spectrum of impatient to hyper-stressed, please remind me that I have enough time. And remind me to use it well.