The Narrow Way

I know what God said.
I know what He showed me.
I’ve written down the promises.
I’ve prayed over the vision.
And I’ve said “yes,” even when I didn’t understand the how.

But still, I’m waiting.

Waiting for the breakthrough.
Waiting for the right doors.
Waiting for the fulfillment of what I know He spoke over me.

And the truth is… waiting is hard.
It’s humbling.
It’s refining.
It reveals the parts of us that still want control.

But Jesus is teaching me that waiting is not punishment.
It’s preparation.
He’s not withholding from me, He’s working in me.
Because sometimes God delays the thing so He can develop the character to carry it.

And if I’m being honest, sometimes I want the promise more than I want the process.
But the process is where oil is produced.
The process is where trust is built.
The process is where roots grow deep enough to sustain the weight of the future.

Isaiah 40:31 says,
“But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.”

Waiting isn’t passive.
It’s not sitting with folded hands and a frustrated heart.
Waiting is worship.
Waiting is faith in motion.
Waiting is showing up, again and again, trusting that God is still writing, even when I can’t see the next sentence.

So I’m choosing to wait well.
I’m choosing to be faithful with what’s in my hand while trusting Him with what’s in His.
I’m choosing to praise Him in the middle, not just when it’s finished.
Because even if I don’t have the answer yet, I still have God.

And that means I have enough.

He’s never failed me.
He’s never led me this far to leave me.
And if I’m still waiting, then I trust it’s because it’s not just being delayed, it’s being developed.

I’m not wasting this season.
I’m watering the ground.
I’m watching for signs.
I’m staying close to His voice.
Because when the door does open…
I don’t want to be rusty from frustration.
I want to be ready from faithfulness.

So if you’re waiting, too,
Don’t let the silence fool you.
God is still moving.
And when the time comes, He won’t be a second too early or a moment too late.

Stay faithful.
Stay available.
Stay expectant.

Because the waiting room is often the birthing room.
And what He’s about to release will be worth every quiet, hidden, prayed-through moment.

This is not the end.
It’s the middle.
And He’s still in it with you.