We rush.

We chase.

We plan.

And yet, time slips quietly through our fingers — reminding us that it never belonged to us in the first place.

The greatest illusion of human life is control — especially control over time.

We imagine that our clocks, calendars, and schedules give us mastery over our existence. But the truth is profoundly humbling: we are not the keepers of time. We are the guests within it.

Time was created by the same Divine power that created us.

It moves in accordance with His will, not ours.

And I often imagine God — smiling, patient, with arms folded across His chest — watching us scramble and worry, watching us live as though we are the masters of the clock, when in truth, we are merely participants in a symphony already composed.

He waits for us to remember.

To stop striving.

To turn back and ask.

To realize that the timing of everything — love, loss, healing, awakening — unfolds not by accident, but by divine design.

When we finally accept this, we discover freedom.

The kind of freedom that comes from trust rather than control.

Every delay becomes sacred.

Every waiting becomes preparation.

Every unanswered prayer becomes a whisper of “not yet.”

Our plans often fall apart because they are too small for what the Divine intends.

Our impatience blinds us to the beauty of orchestration happening in the unseen — a timing so perfect, so intricate, that no human hand could ever replicate it.

Time is not our enemy.

It is our teacher.

It reminds us of our limits and invites us into humility.

It whispers: You are not the author — you are the story being written.

And so, all the rushing, all the worrying, all the trying to force life into our rhythm — it is, in the end, a kind of comedy. For how can clay argue with the Potter about when it will take shape?

When we stop trying to command time and instead surrender to the One who authored it, something extraordinary happens: peace enters.

We breathe differently.

We move with grace.

We live with reverence, knowing that what is meant for us will come precisely when it is meant to.

The truth is simple yet profound:

We are not in control of our timing — and therefore, not in control of our lives.

But that is not a tragedy.

It is a miracle.

Because the One who holds time also holds us.