In anticipation, children nag from their back seat, “how much longer daddy until we get there?” Meanwhile, students whisper to the nearest watch bearer, “how many more minutes until this class is over?” During a blow out, the losing coach asks his assistants a rhetorical question, “how many more minutes do we need to endure?” Finally, the long suffering soul cries out to his Heavenly Father, “how much longer will this trial last?”
Unfortunately, most things in life are linked to time. Winter lasts too long, Spring is too wet, Summer too hot and Fall too cold. Instead of either accepting or embracing moments in time, most people are stuck in the past or wish to skip ahead to the future. The only thing fair about life is the chance to breathe. The aborted, still born and premature who may survive a few precious hours or days are dealt a bad hand, forced to fold. The key to life is making the best of your hand, playing until the game of life has ceased.
Therefore, complaining about this or that seems rather pity, Philippians 2:14. Yes, everyone would like to know the answers to important questions, but God will reveal what you need to know at an appointed time, Esther 4:14. While the Dealer is still giving you cards, there must be a reason for today, Ephesians 2:10. Thus, don’t ask God how much longer? Rather, say, “thank you Lord, may I have another day.” Like the prophet of old, “Here, I am Lord, send me to play another hand,” Isaiah 6:8.
by Jay Mankus