Strength Comes in the Waiting

Waiting feels like dying in slow motion when you are twenty-eight and the timeline in your head is already late. Job, wife, clarity, a door that should have opened by now. Isaiah does not say the wait will be short. He says the ones who wait for Yahweh will renew their strength.

That is the opposite of how you have been trying to get strong: by forcing, refreshing, grinding the same locked door. Waiting on God is not passivity. It is refusing to make a lesser god out of your impatience. Eagles do not flap their way into that kind of lift.

You can run at a closed door until you are exhausted, or you can walk at the pace of trust. One of those looks like faith. The other just looks busy.