In The Waiting Season

Lately, I’ve been learning what it really means to wait.

Right now, we’re in a season of waiting. Waiting to move into our own home, waiting to grow our family, waiting for prayers to be answered in ways we can see. And some days, that waiting feels long. It feels uncertain. It feels like standing in the middle of “not yet,” holding onto hope that sometimes feels smaller than I’d like it to be.

But even here, God is moving.

I’m starting to see that the waiting season isn’t wasted. It’s where God prepares our hearts for what’s next. It’s where faith gets roots. It’s where we learn to be content with what we have before we receive what we’ve been praying for.

Because maybe waiting will make me so much more appreciative for when those prayers are answered… when we unlock the door to our own home, or when that test finally turns positive. Maybe I’ll see it all differently because I’ll remember how long we prayed for it, how many tears were shed, and how faithful God was through it all.

So I’m learning to breathe here. To light a candle, to find beauty in borrowed spaces, and to trust that what feels like a pause might actually be preparation.

The waiting is not the end of the story. It’s just the gentle beginning of something beautiful that’s still being written.