Timing.

11 minutes for pasta.


3 minutes, plus one more after stirring, for most frozen dinners.


22.5 from front door to time clock at work.


It's all in the timing. Leaving to arrive on time. Setting the alarm to get ready in time.


Turns out, God's timing is best.


Brad got into U of H. Not A&M. He was upset. So am I. In fact, I might have cried a little in the comfort of my own little car. I was secretly hoping for a small change of pace that exists nowhere in Houston. But God has different plans.


He has plans for a Bachelor's degree for Brad as a Cougar. Apparently, He has plans for me at Children's Memorial Hermann for the next few years. And He has plans for us in a wonderful small group at church. I know there is ALWAYS a rhyme to His reason and I know it will show its face in time. Time that seems to speed by when you're not expecting and slow down when you wish it wouldn't. Time that was created and is controlled by none other than Him.