He zigs when we think He should zag.
He's slower than Christmas.
Or, He dumps us unceremoniously into a situation with lightning speed that leaves us breathless. (I went from teacher to assistant principal in a K-8 school when I was eight months pregnant with my third child. Now that was some crazy timing.)
But the thing I understand least is His withholding.
He withholds things I'm sure I need, but then lavishly provides those things I didn't realize I was lacking.
In the midst of my arguing with Him about His withholding, I discover perhaps the deepest secret He teaches:
Trust the judgment of the Lord.Wait on the withholding.
The reason there must be a reason for what He withholds? He is a parent, too.
Just as we wisely withhold from our children--when we want to give them everything--He must have to stop Himself from doing the same.
Kind of a cool thought. Maybe that doesn't drive me so crazy after all.
