Life is good. Seriously, really good. My home is warm and cozy. The people I love are healthy, happy, and thriving. I’ve got a lot to be grateful for. But… there’s this one little thing. Okay, maybe it’s big. I’m waiting.
Not the casual, “Oh, whenever” kind of waiting. I’m talking about the kind where you’re staring at a closed door, wondering if you should knock, push, or just stand there awkwardly humming a tune. That’s where I am.
Feeling Young, Wise, and Confused All at Once
I’m 57 and a half (yes, I count the halves—it makes me feel younger and more precise). I still feel like my life is full of possibilities and adventure. At the same time, I wish I could hit the pause button and just sip a latte, watch the world go by, and breathe.
I know I’m supposed to take a big step, try something different, maybe even completely out of my comfort zone. But here’s the kicker: I have no clue what that “something different” is. I’m staring at a blank page and wondering if I’m supposed to write, doodle, or just wait for divine inspiration.
Prayer: Sometimes Consistent, Sometimes “Oops, Later”
I’ve been praying about this—well, most days, anyway. Full disclosure: if you asked me whether I prayed every single day, I’d have to be honest and say… nope. But even with my inconsistent prayer schedule, I’m believing. I am trusting God for something big because this next step is going to require a miracle-sized dose of courage.
I’m not scared, but I am anxious. I want clarity. I want action. I want doors to fling open like in the movies. And yet, I know God is moving behind the scenes. Sometimes I just wish He’d hurry up and make it obvious already!
Moses Had to Step… and So Do I
I see all these quotes everywhere: “God moves when you move.” “Moses had to take that first step into the sea, and THEN God parted the waters.” I love those reminders. But can we talk about how scary it is to step into churning waters when you don’t even know if there’s a sandbar or a shark underneath?
My pastor recently said something that felt like it landed right in my living room: “I know you feel like the bottom is going to fall out from beneath you, but it’s not. Keep trusting. Keep believing.” Those words are like a warm blanket on a chilly day. I’m holding on. I’m believing. Even when I feel stuck. Even when my coffee gets cold because I’m overthinking.
Waiting Isn’t Fun, But It’s Preparing Me
Let’s be honest: waiting is hard. I’m the kind of person who wants patience and speed at the same time. I want God to show me the path… yesterday. But here’s the beautiful irony: this waiting is the preparation. God’s setting the table, sharpening my vision, and aligning circumstances I can’t see yet.
Even in my restlessness, I can remind myself of what Scripture says:
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.” — Proverbs 3:5-6
So I sip my coffee, breathe, and trust. God’s got this. Even if it feels slow. Even if I feel stuck. Even if I have no clue what I’m supposed to do next.
Keeping It Lighthearted
Sometimes I imagine God as a patient coach, waving from the sidelines like, “Victoria, take it easy. I’ve got this. You don’t need to panic.” And maybe that’s the lesson: I don’t have to control everything. I can be ready, I can be faithful, and I can even laugh at myself when I feel stuck or anxious.
After all, life is too short to not enjoy the little things—the coffee, the sunshine, the cozy home, the people we love. Waiting can coexist with gratitude, laughter, and hope.
A Prayer for Those of Us in Waiting
Heavenly Father,
Thank You for the blessings in my life, for my home, my health, and the people I love. Thank You for being with me even when I feel stuck or unsure. Lord, I lift up this season of waiting to You. Give me patience, clarity, and courage to take the steps You are calling me to, even when they seem scary or uncertain. Help me trust Your timing and rest in Your plan. Prepare my heart, open doors, and when the time is right, make the path before me clear and joyful. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Final Thoughts
So here I am, stuck but believing, anxious but hopeful, sipping my coffee and waiting on God. And maybe that’s where the magic happens—between the longing and the faith, the questions and the trust. If you’re in a season of waiting too, know this: you’re not alone, and God is still moving, even when it doesn’t feel like it.
Sometimes, the most powerful step is simply staying faithful in the waiting. And maybe, just maybe, enjoying the coffee along the way.
