I had been waiting a long time for that to happen. It felt like forever. The weight of it became so heavy that I stopped praying about it altogether. I let go of hope.
And then… it happened.
Unexpectedly. Quietly. Almost miraculously.
Fast forward to just the other day: I found myself in a conversation with people who had gone through something similar, some still in the middle of it, feeling disheartened and hoping for their own turnaround. As I listened to their stories, something clicked.
My moment of breakthrough, the one that felt like an eternity, actually came quickly compared to what many others have endured. I was already grateful that it happened at all, but suddenly my gratitude multiplied tenfold.
Perspective changed everything.
If I compare myself to people who never had to walk through this kind of situation, I could still hold onto a trace of bitterness, that “why did this even happen to me?” feeling. But when I look at the bigger picture, I can see that what felt unbearably long wasn’t necessarily long at all. My sense of time had been distorted by stress, fear, and the quiet ache of losing hope.
I’m beginning to see that everything has a timing, and mine may have unfolded exactly when it needed to. The waiting wasn’t punishment; it was preparation. A season that shaped my heart so I could truly accept the change and appreciate it.
If you’re in a season of waiting right now, maybe this is your preparation time, too. A time to strengthen, to soften, to ready yourself, so when your moment arrives, you can receive it fully.
