Ever since my mom told me as a child that sometime soon we would be Raptured away I've been worried about God's timing.
Now that I'm a few years older, I'm pretty sure I don't believe in the Rapture anymore. I believe that someday earth shall be like his kingdom in heaven, but I don't know how we get there or what that looks like, and I'm not really interested in guessing.
But I'm not very confident in my beliefs, and so part of me still worries that my mom is right and at any moment my clothes may only contain the vague outline of my body before they fall to the ground.
Here is the history of why I haven't been all that jazzed about the Rapture:
First I didn't want it to come before I had sex.
Then I didn't want it to come before I was married.
Then I didn't want it to come before I had a child.
Now I don't want it to come because I really want to see my children grow up.
I hope I'm not pissing God off or anything; I will accept his grand timing. I'm sure I'll be happy with whatever he decides (but I don't want it to be soon).