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God’s Time is the Best. Wait for It!
God’s Time is the Best. Wait for It!
A lady-banker named Joyce had two younger siblings, both of whom were females.
The younger of her two siblings, Amanda, returned from work, one Monday evening, and said to her: “Sister Joyce, the guy I am dating has been telling me he wants to marry me, but I don’t know how to tell mummy and daddy about it. Could you, please, advise me on that.”
With shock and concealed mixed feelings, Joyce smiled wryly and said to her younger sister: “You shouldn’t be afraid to do that, after all, you are old enough to get married.
“Anyway, don’t worry, I’ll table the matter before Mummy who would, in turn, break the news to Daddy.”
Joyce kept her promise and the news finally got to their father, who insisted that Amanda must come with the guy to his house, before anything else, and that was done.
Not too long after that, Amanda and her fiancé got married, after which both of them travelled to Australia, where her husband worked as a computer programmer with a multinational telecommunications company.
About eleven months later, Joyce’s immediate younger sibling, Ann, got married to a Canada-based Nigerian-born pilot.
Joyce was happy on the outside that her younger siblings had successfully married, but sad inside because she the eldest of them was yet to marry,
This kept her crying and soaking her pillows with tears, every blessed day, and each time she cried, she would end up having swollen and blurry eyes.
“If I were you, my dear, I would feel the same way you feel,” consoled her mother, the day she caught Joyce crying over her situation in her room, “but I would like to remind you, as always, that God’s time is the best, wait for it.”
Joyce believed in her mother, as well as believed in God, but the human nature in her would not allow her to stop crying her heart out any time she remembered the fact that her two younger sisters had married, leaving her behind.
While she kept on crying over her situation, day after day, little did she know that God had a juicy package for her.
Interestingly, God used her father to initiate the beginning of the end of her sorrow.
Neither she nor her father knew about the plan which God had for her.
How did it happen?
Come along with me as I take you through the rest of her story.
Her father had a wedding to attend one Saturday morning, but could not do so because of the stomach upset he had the previous night, which caused him constant stooling.
As a result of that challenge, her father pleaded with her to go and represent him at the wedding of the son of one of his business associates.
She attended both the wedding church service and the wedding reception, where he presented his father’s gift to the bridegroom.
As the wedding reception was going on, a young man in a navy-blue suit came to where Joyce sat and excused her for a discussion outside the reception hall.
Joyce was afraid to grant the request of a complete stranger, but the desperation of getting a husband and leaving her father’s house made her change her mind.
After the guy had finished preaching his love sermon to her, she looked into the guy’s eyeballs and said: “Thank you for your interest in me, but I implore that you give me till Monday to think about it and get back to you.”
“That’s fine by me,” the guy concurred.
Joyce was excited when she got home that day, prompting her mother to ask, “You seem to be excited. What’s the secret of your excitement?”
With her heart full of joy, she told her mother all that transpired between her and the guy who made a love proposal to her.
“Oh, thank you Jesu!” exclaimed her mother. “My prayer about you has finally been answered by God.
“Mummy, the guy matches the specifications of the kind of man that I need for a husband, and my spirit accepted him wholeheartedly, even though I’m yet to respond to his offer.”
“If you like him and your spirit agrees with his,” advised her mother, “what else are you waiting for?”
Joyce went to work on Monday with plenty of excitement, for obvious reasons but did not call the guy because she was shy to do so.
She waited for the guy to call before delivering her positive response to his offer of Saturday.
“Can I take you out for lunch this afternoon,” offered the guy, “so that we can discuss more on that during our lunch?
“I don’t mind,” Joyce replied diplomatically, and both of them went out for lunch together that afternoon.
The gentleman was the youngest son of one of Nigeria’s former ambassadors to the United States.
He came to Nigeria purposely for that wedding that brought them together, on the invitation of the bride who was his course-mate at the University of California, Los Angeles, U.S.A.
Joyce discovered all these facts while they were discussing at the venue of their lunch.
After they had agreed to marry each other, the guy requested to see Joyce’s parents as he would be going back to the U.S. in the next 48 hours.
While Joyce introduced him to her parents, who were at home, the guy introduced Joyce to his parents in the U.S. via WhatsApp video call.
At the end of those formalities, the guy returned to the U.S., with a promise to return soonest for their marriage proper.
True to his promise, the guy came to Nigeria again, in the company of his parents and three of his siblings, a female and two males.
The guy and his entourage drove straight, from the airport to Joyce’s house before proceeding to the hotel, where they lodged.
Joyce was on the balcony of their house upstairs when the guy called to inform her that he was in front of their house, with his parents and siblings.
As soon as she hung up, she ran back into the house and shouted, “Mummy, mummy, where are you?”
“What is it?” her mother asked with surprise, as she ran out of her room.
“The Lord has done it for me, mum,” she replied. “That young man is back in Nigeria with her parents and siblings for our wedding. They are outside our gate.
“Oh, thank you, Jesus,” she cried for joy, “when the Lord turned against the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream.”
She was so emotional because she had almost lost hope of getting married that year, let alone having a guy of the calibre of her fiancé.
After her successful wedding to the guy, she joined her husband, his parents and siblings, and all of them flew to America.
Joyce’s joy quadrupled a year later when she gave birth to a set of quintuplets, the first of its kind in her parents and her husband’s parents’ lineage.
“What a glorious God?” you would say.
Some of the people who will read this story, after you, would be quick to blame Joyce for being too anxious about marriage.
They would even ask, “Why was she too anxious and impatient about marriage?” and “Wouldn’t she have waited for God to provide her with a husband?”
None of us is qualified to judge her because most of us would do what she did if we find ourselves in her shoes.
We always allow anxiety to overwhelm us, simply because of our ignorance of how God works.
It is our failure to understand God’s timing that leads us to anxiety and its negative effects, including impatience.
God works with timing to give us the best.
This explains why Alan Robertson remarked, “God works things out on his timetable to bring the best results for us.”
Unfortunately, we do not understand God’s timing.
We don’t understand that God’s blessings come to us at His own timing, and not necessarily at the time we expect them.
And when there is a conflict between our timing and that of God, we begin to fret and worry unnecessarily.
My advice, therefore, is that we must understand that the time we expect something from God, whatever it may be, may never coincide with the time that God wants us to have that thing.
Anxiety, which does not affect only our marriage, but also our education, career or job, business and finances, among others, is a destroyer.
It does not change our situation, a bit, rather, it worsens and compounds it, and even causes us more problems.
So, to avoid or to get rid of anxiety and its dire consequences, including health challenges, and in some cases death, we must allow God’s own time to take preeminence over our own timing.
In the final analysis and in the words of Joyce’s mother, “God’s time is the best, wait for it!”
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