divine timing.

I have been in a constant state of gratitude as of late for the entire notion, “divine timing.” Time itself is elusive, the other day I called one of my teachers, and I’m like “yo! time is a made up concept, it’s not real,” she’s like “duh!” There is something so sacred, and comforting about divine timing, It’s separate and unrelated to time as we know it, and yet it aligns with time as we know it. So what am I getting to? The other day I was driving down the street, a street I drive down every single day, at the least twice a day, quite possibly more than that. I saw a quote painted on the bricks of a garden. It read “the seed will grow well, the vine will yield” I must have driven past this message on the garden wall 600 times at the very least over the past 10 months and I had never seen it, I guess I never paid enough attention to realize that there were words. It’s weird because now that I am thinking of it I knew there were words on the wall, and drawings of some kind. I’ve always imagined there was a beautification day at the garden and neighbors painted. On this particular morning, I was riding down the street and noticed my parking brake was on, so I stopped right there in the middle of the street, and right in front of the wall that I had previously not paid much attention to. Not by happenstance, of course. What is happenstance anyway?
I looked over, and I thought wow, what a good omen. It resonated as truth. It also resonated as a response to a question I posed the night before. The night before I did a mind-mapping exercise that my therapist recommended. During our last session, she suggested that my mind is so full of plans, thoughts, and vision that I may find myself struggling to make it all make sense in my head. She suggested putting it on a large paper, spelling out the different things I am working on, and the goals I am tracking to accomplish. It was such a great release to color code my thoughts on paper large enough to hold the big ideas. My mind map sort of looks like a tree, branches are coming from a center, I chose to title the center “Shyah’s Heart” so the vines are flowing out from my heart, but will they yield fruit I wondered? I also wondered when…
That morning as I was driving I could not stop thinking of the phrase I saw on the garden wall. I must have repeated it to myself five times, each time believing the words more. The seed will grow well, the vine will yield. Once I arrived at my destination, I googled the phrase (bc I google everything) and it led me to Zechariah 8:12. “the seed will grow well, the vine will yield its fruit, the ground will produce its crop, and the heavens will drop their dew. I will give all these things as an inheritance to the remnant of this people.” I believe the promise and I accept the inheritance. I realize if I had seen the words on the wall sooner, they might not have meant anything to me, but as divine timing would allow I read the words and the answer to a question revealed itself to me. That’s the magic of divine timing.
Releasing the need to know when the seeds will grow well and when the vine will yield its fruit comes easy when you completely and utterly believe the promise. When or how seems to matter less. What really matters is that it will happen, precisely at the moment, it is supposed to. And it will be divine.