When God Says, "Wait", But Your Heart Is Already At The Altar

Inspired by Habakkuk–– For the One Who's Waiting, Wrestling, and Still Watching

There’s a kind of ache that only God understands—the kind that lingers in the waiting, the kind that questions without turning away. I’ve been in that place lately. Wrestling in prayer, holding onto hope with tired hands, watching for signs that what He spoke will still come to pass.

This isn’t a story about arrival. It’s a story about what it means to hold on in the meantime. A story about faith when nothing makes sense, and a God who stays close even when silent. And it starts with a prophet named Habakkuk… a purity ring and creating this blog.

Who Was Habakkuk—and Why Does His Name Matter?

The name Habakkuk means “to embrace” or “one who embraces.” He was a prophet who didn’t just speak for God—he wrestled with Him. He asked hard questions, faced uncomfortable silence, and still chose to cling to God in faith. His name is a mirror of his mission: to embrace God in the tension between promise and fulfillment.

The God Who Listens, Even to My Wrestling

“How long, Lord, must I call for help, but you do not listen?” — Habakkuk 1:2

Yeah. That part. I’ve whispered those same words in the quiet hours of the night. Not out of rebellion, but out of weariness. But Habakkuk reminded me: God listens. Not just to our praise, but to our pain. He doesn’t shut down our questions—He invites them. He meets us in the wrestle.

There’s comfort in knowing that my honest cries don’t disqualify me—they draw God closer.

The Vision Will Speak—Just Not on Your Schedule

“Write the vision and make it plain… though it linger, wait for it.” — Habakkuk 2:2-3

God told me to write the vision before He told me when it would come.

And that kind of instruction requires trust.

So I did something unexpected—I bought a purity ring . Not because I’m trying to prove anything. But because it felt like God’s whisper: Prepare anyway. Act like the promise is already written in My book—even if the ink hasn't dried in yours yet.

It felt like divine humor, honestly. Me, wearing a ring with no wedding in sight? But I laughed, smiled, and slipped it on anyway. Because faith looks ridiculous right before it looks miraculous.

And then—He gave me the name for my blog: Still Worshiping.

I didn't realize how perfectly it fit until later. It wasn't just a cute title. It was a declaration. A offering. A reminder that even while waiting, even while wrestling with what I don't see...I'm still worshiping.

That's the vision.

That's the testimony.

When It Doesn’t Make Sense, Worship Anyway

“Yet I will rejoice in the Lord…” — Habakkuk 3:17-18

This verse shook me. There are days when nothing is blooming. No fig tree. No vineyard. No visible sign of the thing I’ve been praying for.

But still… yet I will rejoice.

It’s not performative praise—it’s mature praise. The kind that doesn’t wait for the evidence. The kind that believes silence doesn’t mean absence.

Some days, my worship is louder than my faith. But I believe God honors both.

For You, the One Who’s Still Watching

If you’re in a season like mine…Still waiting. Still believing. Still wondering if God remembers your name—Let this be your reminder:

He sees you. He hears you. He’s not done.

Even when you lose hope in the promise, don’t lose hope in the Promiser.

He will not lie. He doesn’t tease. He prepares.

So maybe you’re in your Habakkuk season too:

Questioning. Listening. Writing. Watching.

And just maybe… that’s the holiest place to be. Not forgotten. But formed.

Closing Reflections

Maybe you’re like me—heart bowed, ring on your finger, prayers whispered in the dark. Maybe your faith feels stretched thin, and you’re wondering if God still sees the desire you tucked behind obedience. But here’s what I’ve learned in this season: Waiting is not a punishment. It’s preparation. It’s God sanctifying your desire, deepening your worship, and anchoring your identity before the promise arrives—so that when it does, you’re not shaken by it. I used to think being ready meant looking the part. Now I know being ready means being rooted. Still seeking. Still trusting. Still worshiping.

So if your heart is already at the altar, but God is still saying “wait”…Don’t leave.

Don’t run. Just be still. Keep worshiping. That’s where He meets you—in the wait.

And when He says now, you’ll know it wasn’t just about the promise.

It was always about being prepared for the weight of it.