When Waiting Feels Personal: Why I'm Still Worshiping

"I don't have all the answers...but I still bring Him my heart."

In the Bible there’s this woman named Michal that’s been sitting with me lately.

Most people read right past her.

But I saw myself in her.

Michal loved a man — David — deeply. She protected him, risked for him, and yet… life didn’t turn out the way she probably imagined.

She loved him.

But life separated them.

Choices separated them.

Timing separated them.

And when they finally came back into each other’s lives — she wasn’t met with love, affection, or tenderness. She was met with distance… with disappointment… with a version of David that no longer loved her the way she once loved him.

Reading her story made me pause.

Because sometimes waiting feels exactly like that.

It feels personal.

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I’ve Asked God Quiet Questions Like…

“Why does love feel so hard for me?”

“Why do I always end up being loyal to the wrong people?”

“Why am I constantly in the position of protecting others while feeling uncovered myself?”

“Why do I feel overlooked… even by the people I cared most about?”

And underneath all of that was another whisper:

“Am I being punished?”

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What I Realized Was This:

God wasn’t punishing me.

But He was protecting me.

He was refining me.

He was realigning me.

And maybe He’s doing the same for you.

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Bitterness is a Quiet Thief

Michal’s story could have ended differently.

But bitterness settled in her heart.

Instead of bringing her pain to God… she brought her pain into her perspective.

She mocked David’s worship. She mocked his freedom. She mocked what she didn’t understand — not because she was evil — but because she was hurt.

And that’s what bitterness does.

It changes how we see people.

It changes how we see ourselves.

It even changes how we see God.

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What Waiting Has Taught Me…

Waiting has taught me that my heart needs tending.

Not just protecting from others — but protecting from me… from the parts of me that want to harden when things don’t go my way.

Waiting has taught me that alignment is worth more than attention.

That being chosen by the right heart is better than being noticed by any heart.

Waiting has taught me that love without spiritual connection will always leave me empty.

Waiting has taught me that I am still worshiping — not because everything is perfect — but because God has been faithful even in my imperfection.

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For The Woman Reading This…

If you’re waiting…

If you’re tired…

If you feel overlooked…

If bitterness is knocking quietly on the door of your heart…

Pause.

Breathe.

Bring it all to God.

Not just the prayers you think He wants to hear — bring the real ones.

The ones that sound like, “God, this hurts.”

The ones that sound like, “God, I thought this was love.”

The ones that sound like, “God, I feel unseen.”

He can handle that version of you.

And while you wait… worship anyway.

Worship small.

Worship quietly.

Worship honestly.

Worship when you don’t feel like it.

Worship because bitterness doesn’t get to have the last word over your life.

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I’m Still Worshiping.

Not perfectly.

Not loudly.

But faithfully.

And maybe that’s all God ever wanted from me anyway.

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