The Quiet Art of Waiting

If patience is a virtue, I’m pretty sure I’m virtuous enough now to run for sainthood. Or at least get a loyalty card. Ten prayers in, one miracle free?

I’ve been waiting so long that I’m not even sure what I’m waiting for anymore. That’s how blurry it gets. Days fold into each other, prayers repeat themselves, and the “updates” from God feel like one long still processing… screen.

And yet I wait.

The Bargains with Heaven

Some days, I’m strong. Steady. Peaceful.

Other days, I’ve cried in bathrooms. Laughed mid-tears. Bargained with God like, “Just one little sign? A hint? A celestial thumbs-up?”

And the silence? It’s not loud. It’s not dramatic. It’s that quiet, gentle kind of silence that almost makes you doubt yourself. Was I wrong to believe? Did I hear You wrong?

Faith, Like a Mustard Seed

Nobody tells you how much of faith is just waiting in the dark with a flashlight that barely works.

You don’t get certainty. You don’t get control. You get… crumbs. Whispers. The kind of peace that doesn’t make sense until much later, and even then, only in hindsight.

My mustard seed? It’s tired. Some days, it feels cracked. Other days, I squint and wonder if it’s even still there.

But it is!!

Small and stubborn. Still showing up. Still whispering, “Try again. Ask again. Trust again.”

"If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."

— Matthew 17:20 (NIV)

When “The Wait” Feels Like a Forever

I don’t know what you’re waiting for, but I bet you know this feeling: That hollow in your chest when you refresh your inbox and there’s nothing new. That tension when someone asks, “Any news?” and you have to smile and say, “Not yet.”

It’s not easy. It’s not pretty. But somehow, we’re still here. Still believing. Still breathing. Still hoping, even if that hope is on a leash.

"But if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with perseverance."

— Romans 8:25

Just Checking In, Lord

I won’t pretend I have some grand revelation. I don’t.

All I have is this:

• A mustard seed
• A tired but honest faith
• And a deep belief that God’s silence isn’t rejection, it’s just another chapter in the story.

So here I am again: God, it’s me. Just checking in. Still trusting. Still asking. Still sitting in this quiet, sacred art of waiting.

For You, My Dear Reader

If you’re also waiting, for healing, direction, breakthrough, peace, know this:

You’re not forgotten. You’re not foolish. You’re not alone.

Your prayers aren’t bouncing off the ceiling. They’re being held. Counted. Treasured.

So keep the flashlight on. Keep your mustard seed close. And when all you can do is whisper His name, that’s still enough.

Even now. Even here. Even while you wait.