The Narrow Way

We don’t like to wait.
Not in lines.
Not in pain.
Not in the middle of a promise that hasn’t come to pass.

But all throughout scripture,
waiting was never wasted.
It was where identity was clarified,
where strength was renewed,
where intimacy with God was deepened
in ways that speed would never allow.

Because waiting isn’t passive.
It’s positioned.

Waiting isn’t what happens when God forgets.
It’s what happens when God is forming.

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

Notice it doesn’t say,
“They that wait for the breakthrough.”
Or, “They that wait for things to get better.”
No.
“They that wait upon the Lord.”

This kind of waiting isn’t about the outcome.
It’s about the presence.

Waiting well means
you don’t stop worshiping.
You don’t stop showing up.
You don’t stop serving with a heart that says,
“Even if the promise takes longer,
my posture will still honor You.”

Because the waiting is where your roots grow.
It’s where your motives get purified.
It’s where your ears start to tune in
to the whisper you missed in the whirlwind.

Jesus waited too.

Thirty years before He preached one sermon.
Forty days in the wilderness before one miracle.
Three days in a tomb before resurrection.

He knows the ache of “not yet.”
He knows what it means to carry holy weight
before the world ever sees your assignment.

So let your wait worship.
Let your wait witness.
Let your wait be warfare.

Because when you wait with God,
you’re never standing still.
You’re being strengthened,
refined,
anchored.

And when the door opens
you’ll walk through it ready.
Whole.
Steady.
And deeply, completely His.