Timing. It’s no wonder I am not good with hurdles ~ I have terrible timing. Not when it comes to music or dancing, I manage to keep time well enough in that arena. But in other areas of life I am often out of step.
I used to joke with people about the timing of my career choices.
“Hey, let me do you a favor,” I would say. “If you see me taking a job in the industry where you work, you might want to consider a career change.” I have seen whole industries tank not long after I decided to give it a go.
I have felt the financial pain of poorly timed investing.
“Yes, this should be a good investment! This town has no place else to go but up! Surely my timing is right on this one.” Who knew there was a whole new level below bottom?
My ideas for the latest and greatest invention have always come a day too late.
“Hey, that chia pet thing was my idea!”
Even my ideas for books seem to suffer from bad timing.
“What??? Kay Warren did a study on joy? Is my house bugged? How did she know? Guess I will put that project on hold.”
But the worst kind of bad timing for me concerns words. Even though it is not my intention to wound with my words, an ill-timed word still hurts. It isn’t that some things don’t need to be said, sometimes they do, but when they are said can make all the difference in how they are received.
For example, I don’t recommend trying to have a discussion on finances and the way to improve record keeping with one’s husband right after he has spent two days sick as a dog. My words were not well received. Bad timing.
Too many words too soon can create problems; but waiting too long to say a few words can also wound. Words like “I love you” and “I’m sorry” when not said in a timely fashion, or not said at all, hurt. Many times it is my intention to say those words but my anger, or busyness, or insecurities cause me to hesitate, to procrastinate, to convince myself that “they already know how I feel”, “what’s done is done”, or “I’ll tell them when the time is right”. Sometimes I run out of time and those precious words are never said. That’s really bad timing.
Do you ever suffer from bad timing like I do? I am praying for greater wisdom when it comes to timing, especially when it comes to my words. I am hopeful that God can take an often out of step person like me and teach me the art of good timing. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go tell someone I’m sorry for my bad timing and that I love them.