When Waiting Feels Like Silence

I called out to God,

and the echo of my own voice came back to me.

I whispered a prayer,

but the wind carried it somewhere I couldn't see.

I said, "God, do you hear me?"

And the silence sat beside me like an old friend.

Unmoving. Unshaken. Still.

I said, "God, Do you see me?"

but no stars fell to answer my question.

So I sit here.

Alone, in a room full of questions.

Alone, in a heart full of waiting.

Alone...or so I thought.

Because in the stillness, something stirred.

Not in the sky. Not in the wind.

But deep within me.

A voice–not loud, but steady–whisper:

"Have you not heard?"

"Have you not known?"

"I am the Everlasting God."

And suddenly, I remembered.

I remembered that silence isn't absence.

I remembered that a day is like a thousand years to Him,

and a thousand years are like a day.

So maybe the delay isn't denial.

Maybe the quiet is where He speaks in ways I've never listened before.

I'm not abandoned.

I'm not forgotten.

I am being prepared.

So I will wait.

Not with clenched fist and tired sighs,

but with open hands and lifted eyes.

I'll wait, because He promised.

I'll wait, because He is good.

I'll wait because He is eternal.

I'll wait because He is patient.

I'll wait because He is love.

I'll wait because He is faithful.

I'll wait because when my strength is gone,

He is the one who lifts me up.

So to the one who feels unheard,

to the one who feels unseen,

to the one who wonders if love is still coming...

you are not alone.

God is with you.

You are not forgotten.

God is in you.

you are held in the hands of the everlasting.

Wait on Him,

and you will rise again.

-withlove T