29/01/2026
*The hardest thing
is waiting*
Waiting when the sky is quiet,
when prayers feel like echoes
returning unanswered,
when time stretches thin
and hope must learn to breathe slowly.
Waiting when faith is no longer loud,
only steady—
a small flame cupped in trembling hands,
trusting the wind will pass.
Promises are heavy in the dark.
They ask for patience,
for courage without applause,
for belief that grows roots
before it grows wings.
But oh—
the most beautiful experience
is when the promise arrives.
When what was whispered
becomes visible.
When tears make sense,
when the long road reveals
why it had to be long.
Fulfillment does not shout.
It settles gently,
like morning light finding the room,
like peace finally knowing your name.
And in that moment,
you understand:
nothing was wasted—
not the waiting,
not the silence,
not the ache.
Because God’s promises
may arrive slowly,
but they arrive whole.
