In The Waiting

When I am afraid, I put my trust in you. Psalms 56:3

There are seasons in life when the road ahead is hidden from view and the answers we desperately seek never seem to come.

I find myself in one of those seasons now.

After praying, making countless calls, completing the paperwork, and searching for answers, I have reached the end of what I can do and must trust God with what I cannot.

The hardest part is realizing that after doing all I can, the outcome is no longer mine to control.

There was a time when a setback like this would have left me in tears, asking God why and desperately searching for answers.

Now, as I sit in the uncertainty, I realize the questions have not disappeared; they simply no longer have the final word. My faith remains even when the answers do not.

I do not know how this story will end.

But I know the One who does.

As I sat with these thoughts, my mind kept returning to the story of Lazarus (John 11).

When Lazarus became sick, his sisters sent word to Jesus. They knew He could heal him. They believed He would come. Yet when Jesus received the message, He waited.

With each passing day, the possibility of a miracle seemed to slip further away. What began as a desperate situation soon became a devastating loss. Lazarus died, and with him, it seemed that every hope for healing had died as well. The sisters who had sent for Jesus in faith were now left grieving, wondering why He had not come when they needed Him most.

By the time Jesus arrived, Lazarus had been in the tomb for four days.

Four days.

The opportunity for healing seemed gone.

Hope had faded into heartbreak.

What once appeared difficult now seemed impossible.

To everyone watching, the miracle they had prayed for had come too late.

Mary and Martha both said, “Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died.”

How often have we said the same thing in our own way?

“Lord, if You had answered sooner.”

“Lord, if You had opened the door.”

“Lord, if You had changed the situation.”

From their perspective, Jesus was too late.

Yet Jesus was not late. He was working according to a timeline they could not see.

What felt like a denial was actually a delay.

What appeared to be the end of the story was only the middle of it.

Standing before a sealed tomb, surrounded by people who had accepted defeat, Jesus called Lazarus by name. The man everyone believed was beyond help walked out alive.

That story reminds me that God’s silence is not always His refusal.

Waiting is not always a no.

A closed door is not always the final answer.

A delay is not always a denial.

Sometimes God is still working in places we cannot see, preparing something beyond our understanding.

Today, I still do not know how my situation will turn out. I do not know where every answer will come from. I do not know how every need will be met.

What I do know is that I have reached the end of what I can do.

The end of my ability is not the end of God’s.

I serve the same God who stood before a tomb that everyone else had given up on. The same God who turned what seemed impossible into a testimony of His power.

So, I will keep praying. I will keep trusting.

Not because I have all the answers.

After all, what God has called, no man can stop.

Some of the greatest miracles happen after everyone believes it is too late.