It’s not sharp like grief, nor warm like joy-it’s a quiet, aching hum of something unfinished. I’m living in that ache right now. The place between “sent” and “received”, between prayer and response. My visa application for the UK is out there somewhere, moving through hands I’ll never see. And here I am, somewhere between excitement and uncertainty, holding onto a hope I can’t yet touch.
Waiting can feel like standing in a fog. You can’t see the horizon. You can’t tell how far you’ve come or how far you have left to go. Every instinct wants to do something to take action-refresh the email, check the mailbox, make another phone call. And yet, there’s nothing to DO that will move things forward. That’s when waiting turns to something deeper-a spiritual practice.
Three Things Im Holding Onto While I Wait
1. My faith isn’t based on the outcome. If I only trust when I get what I want, is it really trust? These days, I’m learning to anchor my faith not in a yes or a no, but in the One who holds the outcome.
2. Small joys still matter. It’s easy to put life on pause while waiting for the “big thing”. But there are sunsets to watch, cups of tea to savor, and friends and family to share time with. Life is still happening, and I don’t want to miss it because my eyes are glued to the future.
3.The answer will come at the right time. Not my preferred time, maybe. But the right time. And when it does, it will be like the moment the fog lifts-suddenly you can see where you’re going, and it all makes sense.
For You, If You’re Waiting Too
Maybe your wait is for a test result, a job offer, a relationship to heal, or a dream to take shape. I don’t know how long your in-between will last. But I do know this: the silence doesn’t mean you’ve been forgotten.
Waiting can be the ground where patience grows, where trust deepens, where we learn to live without guarantees-and still hope.
So here we are-you in your waiting, me in mine. We may to yet know the date the email will arrive, the phone will ring or the door will finally open. But even in the in between, we are being shaped. Even in the silence, we are being seen. And, one day, we’ll look back and realize the waiting wasn’t wasted.
With you in the season of waiting.
Love
Stacey
