Dearest friend,
There’s a question sitting quietly in my life right now. It hasn’t arrive loudly or demanded immediate answers, but it matters deeply to me.
I’ve been prying about it for some time now, waiting and listening. Trying not to force clarity where God has not yet spoken and although the answer hasn’t come, I find myself choosing to remain here, in the waiting, in prayer and in the slow surrender of the in-between.
I keep reminding myself of something I know to be true: God does not rush and He is never late.
This decision isn’t urgent in a worldly sense. No doors are slamming shut. No countdown is hanging over me, but I know it will shape part of my future and because of that, it feels sacred to me. I don’t want to move simply because I can. I want to move when God says, “Yes.”
If I’m honest, this hasn’t always been my way.
For many years, I made decisions based on logic, knowledge, and what looked good on paper. I trusted my own understanding and called it wisdom. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes, it didn’t. Age has a way of humbling you like that. So does experience and pain.
As I’ve grown older, I’ve started learning that just because something is possible, doesn’t mean I’m meant for me and clarity that isn’t covered by God’s peace is usually just noise.
So this time, I’m resisting the urge to “figure it out.” I’m not filling the silence with plans or justifying my impatience with practicality. I’m choosing restraint. I’m choosing obedience before understanding. I’m choosing blessing over speed.
I am slowly learning that waiting isn’t passive. Waiting is faith with open hands. It’s praying even when nothing seems to change. It’s remaining surrendered when answers feel delayed and believing that God is still working, even when He seems quiet.
More than anything, I don’t want to run ahead of Him anymore. His favour over whatever comes next and His peace settling deeply inside me when the time finally arrives to move forward. I want to be able to say, “This was God,” not “This just made sense at the time.”
So for now, I will wait. I’ll pray. I will keep seeking Him, not because I’m unsure of His goodness, but because I trust it completely.
When the answer finally comes—whether whispered or unmistakable—I want to be found right where He left me: faithful in the waiting.
With love,
The Whimsical Mailbox