Don't Control Everything: Trust in God's Timing

Today’s message

I learned, belatedly, a lesson from the pasta package: it already says 9, 9 to 12, 15 minutes. Impatient, I kept lifting the lid: is it ready? And I ruined the point. When God is cooking something in our lives, He doesn't always reveal the minute, but He lets us know when to act. Between curiosity and anxiety, we interfere. Like a child in the back seat asking repeatedly if we've arrived, the soul presses the clock. The invitation is simple: stop trying to control everything and allow the perfect time to do its work.

Genesis 21 sits us at the tent door with Abraham and Sarah. The promise didn't start on their calendar; it began with God's visit. Sarah laughed inside, and at the appointed time, she conceived. Abraham was a hundred years old when Isaac was born; at eight days, he circumcised him. The name carries the lesson: Isaac — laughter of God. Between promise and laughter, there was waiting. And when the wait hurt, Sarah tried to help by calling Hagar, creating a pain that spanned generations. Was God late? No. God was perfect in timing.

God's delay does not mean His absence.

Waiting is God's way of taking control out of our hands. Close the oven and wait for the baking time. It's not omission; it's obedience. A jabuticaba tree that seems dry and dormant grass don't need a rushed touch — they need a season. If you meddle now, you lose the summer. God repeats: put it in my hands and leave it there. Without taking it back. Without adapting the extraordinary to the ordinary of your habit.

God knows how to sit at tables where you are not and open doors you cannot reach. Surrender control and walk with the promise without forcing shortcuts; in due time, you will walk with the testimony. And then, those who hear will laugh with you. Because He who promised is faithful to fulfill. Faith is not crossing arms; it's opening hands. Say: here it is, Lord. I might think I know how, but I prefer Your perfect timing.