A Love Letter to the Weary Heart
Waiting.
It is not the kind of word that stirs excitement. It does not sparkle. It does not shout. It just… sits. Long and still. Unmoving. And sometimes, unbearable.
But when God makes you wait — oh, that is a different kind of waiting. That is the kind that unearths every hidden ache. It touches the deep places. It presses on the raw spots. It tests the faith you thought was firm.
Because you prayed.
You fasted.
You believed.
You even prepared the room, bought the dress, wrote the plan, and told the people.
And then God — the same God who parts seas and raises the dead—whispered back one word:
“Wait.”
There is a kind of grief that lives in the waiting.
Not because you don’t believe anymore,
But because you believed so much…
And still, nothing moved.
You check the calendar.
You replay the promises.
You count the tears.
You wonder if somehow, you misheard Him. Misread the signs. Maybe even messed it all up.
But here is the wild thing about God:
When He makes you wait, it is not because He has forgotten.
It is not punishment. It is not delay for the sake of drama.
It is preparation.
It is protection.
It is love disguised in silence.
Waiting reveals things that winning never will.
It strips us.
It humbles us.
It teaches us to let go of control, of timelines, of needing to know exactly how the story ends.
It is in the waiting that we come face-to-face with our deepest fears and our quietest hopes.
It is in the waiting that our prayers change — from “Lord, do it now” to “Lord, do it Your way.”
That shift? That surrender?
That is where trust is born.
I don’t know what you are waiting for.
The healing?
The baby?
The job?
The breakthrough?
The clarity?
The one?
But I do know this: God sees you.
Even in the silence.
Even in the stillness.
Even in the days that feel wasted and the nights that feel endless.
He sees your heart.
He sees your tears.
He sees your faith that is holding on by just a thread.
And He calls it beautiful.
So, if you are in waiting, don’t rush it. Don’t curse it.
Don’t assume He is not working just because you can’t see the fruit.
Some seeds grow in the dark.
Some miracles take time.
Some of the most powerful “yeses” come wrapped in a long, patient “not yet.”
Let the waiting change you.
Let it soften you.
Let it strengthen you.
Let it birth something in you that wouldn’t exist any other way.
Because when God finally moves — and He will —
You will see why it had to take time.
And you will whisper through your tears,
“It was worth the wait.”
Muthoni Kabera
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