Yesterday was a day of disappointment in which “wonderful” never happened. I (along with some others) was waiting for something important and long delayed to arrive. By 5:00 PM, I was a bit of a wreck — I dropped a cookie jar, tripped while cutting garden vegetables (paring knife in hand), and was advised to sit down with a nice glass of ice water. Day was followed by a night of conflict-drenched dream sequences, in which I bumbled around, a useless bystander. But I awoke expectant and admitted to my impatient self that God’s timing is always perfect. I entered the new day with this promise from Psalm 63:7: Because you are my helper, I will sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.