Waiting is hard. When you're looking forward to the event you're waiting for, it's even harder. My wife and I are waiting for the arrival of our third little one, and, to quote Inigo from Princess Bride, "I hate waiting." My wife, and anyone else that knows me, will tell you that I get antsy and annoying to be around when I'm waiting for something, anything to happen. Waiting for Adeline isn't going any better for me. (Sorry love). But this morning and last night God really gave me some peace. Her technical due date isn't for another week and a half, and, although the doctor is telling us she really could come at any time, I have every reason to be patient.
Galatians 4:4-5 were on my mind this morning: "But when the fullness of time came, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the Law, so that He might redeem those who were under the Law, that we might receive the adoption as sons." If I remember my Greek correctly, the phrase "the fullness of time" was also used to describe when a woman's time came to give birth. The baby needs to grow inside the mama for the full time. If the baby comes too early you get all kinds of complications and problems. If the baby comes too late, there are issues there as well. So she needs to stay inside until the fullness of time has been reached.
Jesus came when the time was just right. That point in history was exactly when God had planned for Him to come to Earth. It's cool to look back and see. There was a common language for much of the world. Roman roads went throughout much of the world as well. Conditions were perfect for the good news to go forth. Praise God that He is in control and works His plans out.
Now if I can just keep this reminder with me as I wait for my daughter to make her appearance.
