“It shall not return to Me void, but shall do My will, achieving the end for which I sent it.” Isaiah 55:11
We have all looked back on experiences and noticed a strangely good sense of timing. For me it was the timing of our dog’s arrival and departure. Two years ago when Bailey seemed near the time she should be put to sleep because of osteosarcoma (bone cancer) I sat on the floor next to her daily, sobbing that I wasn’t ready for her to go. The tumor did an uncanny thing and she suddenly recovered to chase rabbits and jump sagebrush for another two years. It didn’t start to rapidly grow again until last November. Her very happy (yes happy–she played with me until her head dropped in my lap) death yesterday occurred after only three days of sudden unexpected rapid deterioration. There was no time for ruminating about the inevitable end.
Two years ago I was struggling with practically nonexistent employment, a failing private practice, and the impending departure of our youngest son to college. Most of you know that home alone is a ripe place for a depressive episode, one of the reasons we got her in the first place. I was suffering from a bout at the time. Yesterday I was used to the new role of mom-from-a-distance-with-occasional-visits, my private practice was booming, and this January’s beginnings of teaching requests caused me to be torn between the need to work more hours and the guilt of leaving her at home alone more than the usual 4-5 hours. So the timing of her arrival, recovery, and departure is indeed strangely appropriate.
Some people say that our need to create meaning causes us to look back and attribute things to events that aren’t “real.” All I know is that two weeks ago the oncologist wrote in her report, “We may never know why Bailey has lived so long without treatment.” A person of faith knows why. The timing tells all.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted…. Look to Him that you may be radiant with joy.” (Psalm 34: 5,18)