There’s a season in life when everything slows down. Doors that once opened easily start to close. People go quiet. Progress feels invisible. You do the work, you pray, you believe yet nothing moves. That’s what I call the waiting season. It’s the space between the seed and the harvest, the promise and the manifestation. And it’s one of the most misunderstood parts of growth.
Most people panic in the waiting season. They think silence means failure. They think delays mean denial. But life doesn’t rush miracles it matures them. You can’t force timing, no matter how much you want to. Sometimes, life hides what you’re praying for not to punish you, but to prepare you. You’re being shaped in ways you can’t yet see.




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