Whenever I'm in a plane, I wonder if we'll use up all the runway before we get off the ground. Come on, pilot. I really think you should lift off now.
That's really just very silly of me because, of course, I can't see how much runway is left. Even if I could, I have no idea how much a plane needs to take off.
I am struck by how that mirrors my confidence in God's timing. Oh no, God! I wail. I'm going to run out of strength and grace if You don't take off soon! I'm going to crash and burn! I say this while I look out of a tiny peephole that cannot even begin to capture the scope of where I'm going.
For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future. Be patient. There is enough runway.
Obviously God knows what He’s doing.