on John 2:4

Our neighbor contributed this ball to our flower bed!

"My hour has not yet come."

His words oft puzzle me

until I meet disappointment 

or look on wistfully...

While others find their pleasures now,

I trust His perfect timing.

My preconceived ideas of pleasure

He's gently redefining.

I still don't know completely--

in this life never will!

But I am waiting, hoping, trusting,

and willing to be still.

(Written this morning after postponing an anticipated "pleasure")