I’m currently in the wait.
Waiting for promises to be fulfilled.
Waiting for prayers to be answered.
Waiting for things to finally make sense and honestly, it isn’t glamorous.
Nobody posts about the wait unless it’s accompanied by a dramatic “glow-up” reveal. You know the ones- “I waited, I prayed, I trusted God, and now look what He did!”
We rarely see the raw middle part- where you’re staring at your life like:
“God, this doesn’t look anything like the prophecy.”
I’ve had those moments where it almost worked out.
I’ve had conversations that felt like divine alignment, only for them to end with a text that read: “it’s not you, it’s me”
I’ve interviewed for opportunities I knew I was qualified for, doors that cracked open just enough to let hope in, only to slam shut without explanation.
I’ve gotten excited, prayed hard, and planned ahead… only for God to say, “Not this one.” And if I’m honest, that almost is sometimes harder than a flat-out no.
You finally start opening up to someone, only for them to ghost you when it got real.
You’re shortlisted for the job, but they go with “someone more experienced.”
You’re preparing for the new apartment, but the rent shoots up out of nowhere.
You think the idea is from God, but the timing- or the team- isn’t.
You forgave your ex and thought reconciliation was coming, but God was using closure, not a comeback.
Can we be real? The longer you wait, the more tempting it is to settle.
To lower the bar.
To accept “at least it’s something” instead of “this is from God.”
But the wait isn’t wasted time.
It’s testing. It’s stretching. It’s preparation.
The enemy loves to whisper, “If it hasn’t happened yet, maybe it never will.” But faith says, “If it hasn’t happened yet, God’s not done.”
Abraham and Sarah almost gave up, but Isaac came right on time.
David was anointed king but had to dodge spears before he ever saw a crown.
Jesus was overlooked in His hometown; but that didn’t cancel His calling.
Almosts don’t cancel destiny. Delays don’t delete promises.
Waiting doesn’t mean you’re forgotten. It means God is still working behind the scenes.
Peace isn’t just the fruit of answered prayers. Sometimes it’s what you get when you surrender your expectations.
Healing happens in the waiting room- not just from heartbreak, but from the idolatry that forms when you want the thing more than you want Him.
I used to cry over people I thought were my future. I used to beg God to bring back things I now thank Him for not giving me.
That apartment would’ve buried me in debt.
That man would’ve drained my spirit.
That job would’ve kept me far from purpose.
Your “almost” was also God’s “I love you too much to let you settle.”
You are not behind.
You are not forgotten.
You are in the waiting room of a God who never delays without reason.
And one day soon, you’ll look back and say:
“I almost settled, but thank God I waited.”
Dear God,
You see the things I almost had.
You know the dreams I’ve buried, the texts I never got, the prayers that haven’t been answered.
Thank You for holding me in the in-between.
Help me trust Your “no” and “not yet” as much as I trust Your “yes.”
I want what You want for me, even when it takes longer than I expected.
Teach me to wait well—with hope, with joy, with expectancy.
And when it finally comes, remind me that You were with me all along.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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