Right On Time

“I am sure of this very thing—that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to
completion until the Day of Messiah Yeshua.” — Philippians 1:6 (TLV)

Over the last several years, I’ve learned a great deal about myself—things I wish I had
known much earlier in life. If I stay too long in retrospection it would be easy to get
caught in shame or in the endless loop of what ifs. But I’ve learned to return to a foundational truth: in God’s economy, I am right on time.

There was a season when I led with my story instead of honoring it. I lived from a place
of explanation rather than presence. In the early days following a traumatic event that
was not of my own doing, I felt an overwhelming need to vindicate myself. I overexplained to people who were not safe, hoping to be understood, hoping to be seen, loved, and valued. Beneath it all was desperation.

A lifetime of co‑dependency and fearful‑avoidant attachment shaped many of my responses. I was not healthy—emotionally or spiritually—and naming that truth is both humbling and freeing. I remember begging God not to let any part of that painful season be wasted. I carried a negative view of myself from childhood into adulthood, unaware of how deeply it influenced my choices and relationships.

While raising my son, I often found myself offering him the very reassurance I struggled to believe for myself. When he came to me with his worries or fears, I would gently remind him that he was right on time—not to dismiss his pain, but to anchor him in hope. He needed to be heard, and he needed encouragement to stay the course. In hindsight, I see how God was planting seeds in me even then.

Looking back now, I can recognize how God orchestrated a healing process that began
with something I never asked for but desperately needed. It was not instantaneous. It unfolded slowly, over years. Throughout that time, Philippians 1:6 became a lifeline—a promise that what God begins, He faithfully completes. Even when I couldn’t see it, a deeper work was taking place within me.

There were months when I resisted the healthier path set before me. I attended a handful of counseling sessions, but the weight of my circumstances felt unbearable. Isolation seemed safer than vulnerability. Yet the Holy Spirit was patient—never forceful, always kind—nudging me toward deeper connection with God and toward a Christian therapist who could help me uncover long‑standing patterns rooted in childhood. That journey reshaped me. A worship song later gave language to what my soul had lived but couldn’t yet articulate:

If I knew then what I know now I would be still and let You work it out…I was tossed in the water, but I never went under… You were always, always on time… When I went through the fire You were right there beside me…There’s never been a day, never been a minute, never been a moment that You weren’t in it There’s never been a time that You didn’t see me through, God…So, I worship You God was not early or late—He was precise. Always present. Always faithful. Always right on time.

So today, I rest in this truth: healing unfolds in God’s timing, not ours. Growth is not
delayed—it is deliberate. And even when the process feels slow or unclear, we are not
behind.

We are right on time.