Held by Grace: A Waiting Woman's Story of Faith and Patience
“Was I going to trust God and the promises He had spoken over my life, or would I surrender to fear simply because I was weary from the wait?” The Season of Waiting I posed this question to myself as I sat alone in the car, tears streaming down my face after making the difficult decision to firmly close the door on a budding relationship. Deep down, I knew I had done the right thing. I had chosen obedience over impulse, discernment over desire. But it still hurts. In that moment, the choice wasn’t just between faith and fear—it was between believing that God’s silence still carried purpose, or letting delay convince me He had forgotten. Waiting tests the soul, but it also reveals what anchors it. I wasn’t grieving the loss of the person—not really. We had only just met while I was on vacation. What I mourned was the idea of him. The possibility. The flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, this was the companionship I had longed for. I cried for the ache of waiting, for the longing tha...