I am reliving my childhood as an adult child.

I depended on my mother as a young child. I learned to nag, as little people will, calling “Mom” in a constant stream of repetition in an effort for her to stop anything she was doing to take care of my urgent request. My request was usually unimportant to anyone other than a child, but occasionally had some merit. All the urgencies were important to me.

Mom’s response, most often, was “Just a minute.” A mother’s minute can last from several seconds to hours because it is not a length of real time. Most of the time mom was working on my request before I made it. She was definitely going to take care of my needs, and I was never being ignored. The fact was that she was operating in adult time while I was on child time.

I realize now that God was the one who created the “Mother’s Minute.” He did it to prepare me for being an adult child. He wanted me to learn that He is not ignoring me and is definitely going to take care of my needs. I am simply living in limited time which can only see the immediacy of my desires. God is living in His time and can see how all my needs fit into all the other things He has to consider. He says, “Just a minute,” not to refuse me but to tell me to hold on until all is ready. God’s timing is the right timing.