Waiting on God’s timing so often feels like waiting for a baby to arrive. I often have this perfect idea of when I’d like things to happen in life “I’d like to be done with my apprenticeship by such and such date” “I’d like to be married by such and such age and have kids after however many years” but so often God’s timing is drastically different than my own, and I find myself waiting. Similarly at births I often look at the clock and think “if baby is born by such and such time then I can be home and in bed by this time” and my heart also aches for a mama who is desperate to meet her baby sooner rather than later. But babies have their own perfect timing, one that often does not correlate with my own (or their mamas) preferences. In those times of waiting upon God or a baby I can either fight the wait, feel frustrated wishing away time hoping that things would just hurry on up, or I can relax into and enjoy and trust the process. I’ve seen the way pushing my own timing in life or pushing the arrival of a baby can derail the process more so than even speeding it up. The more I learn about life and labor the more I surrender to God’s timing and the less I find myself fighting the process and the more I am able to enjoy the beauty of each moment.