I tend to rush through the weeping, the mourning, the tearing of life to get to the laughter, the dancing and the mending. But there’s a time for everything. Transitions can feel slow and painful, but God’s been reminding me lately that he simply does not operate on the linear timeline that I do. He’s not in a rush like I am. And he’s not worried about the things that I worry about. He has it under control. And can make anything beautiful. So much more beautiful than I can fathom.