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Not yet time

"Perceiving then that they were about to come and take him by force to make him king, Jesus withdrew again to the mountain by himself." (John 6:15)

It wasn't time yet. 
"One day every knee will bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord" (Philippians 2:10) 
If there was anyone more worthy to be crowned king it was Jesus. He could have allowed them to elevate Him to the position He so rightly deserves but He knew it wasn't time yet.
There was still more in the story to learn...more of the story that needed to be told...more of the story that needed to be remembered and recorded for our sakes all these years later.
One day He will come back in all His glory as King, but that particular day, it was not yet time.

There's a big dream I have. One I have had for many years now, and I know is a God placed dream in my heart. One I hope someday becomes a reality; but it isn't time yet. There are still lessons I need to learn, perspectives I need to understand and people (two small people in particular) who still need most of my devoted time.

If Jesus could be patient while on earth and wait for the appointed times the Father laid out for Him, then I can to.
What dreams are  you holding onto or ready to give up on? If they are God placed dreams, don't give up yet...it simply might just be that it is not yet time.

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