I Rose from the Waiting

There are seasons when life feels brutally suspended, time crawls, prayers echo unanswered, every door stays locked and hope itself begins to ache. Waiting isn’t gentle; it’s heavy, relentless, and lonely, the slow burn of wondering if you’ve been forgotten. Yet in that crushing silence, something is moving, quietly, powerfully, unseen. The longest wait is often when the deepest work is being done. You’re not stuck. You’re being prepared.