The Person You Become While Waiting

My boys,

Most of life is waiting.

Waiting for the phone to ring.

Waiting for an answer.

Waiting for healing.

Waiting for a child to be born.

Waiting for someone to come home.

Waiting for the right season.

Waiting for God to open a door that refuses to move.

When I was younger...

I thought waiting was what happened before life began.

Life has taught me...

Waiting is life.

The older I become...

The more I believe God is usually less interested in what I am waiting for...

Than who I am becoming while I wait.

That thought changed everything.

Because suddenly...

The waiting was no longer wasted.

It became a workshop.

I have stood in seasons where I wanted answers immediately.

I prayed.

I worked.

I knocked.

Nothing happened.

At least...

Nothing I could see.

Years later...

I realized almost everything was happening beneath the surface.

Just not where I was looking.

The business was growing.

My faith was growing.

My patience was growing.

My character was growing.

The opportunity I wanted was delayed...

Because the man receiving it had not yet been built.

God was not withholding the blessing.

He was preparing the steward.

How many times have I mistaken His preparation...

For His absence?

Too many.

A seed buried beneath the soil does not panic because no one applauds its progress.

It simply keeps growing.

Quietly.

Hidden.

Faithfully.

I have learned that our culture has become addicted to visible progress.

We want instant results.

Instant recognition.

Instant success.

Instant healing.

But God has always loved slow things.

Trees.

Friendships.

Marriages.

Wisdom.

Disciples.

None of them become beautiful overnight.

Neither do people.

I have also discovered that waiting reveals what we truly trust.

When life slows down...

Do we become bitter?

Or grateful?

Do we complain?

Or prepare?

Do we demand control?

Or surrender it?

Waiting is like a mirror.

It quietly introduces us to ourselves.

There were mornings before sunrise...

When the coffee shop was still empty.

The chairs untouched.

The lights just beginning to glow.

Those moments never felt unimportant.

Because I knew something.

Guests were coming.

The quiet was not the destination.

It was preparation.

Life works the same way.

If God has you sweeping the floor...

Sweep it well.

If He has you studying...

Study with your whole heart.

If He has you healing...

Heal honestly.

If He has you waiting...

Wait faithfully.

Do not despise the unseen seasons.

They are where roots are built.

And roots determine whether a tree survives the storm.

One day...

You will look back at a season you once begged God to end.

And you will quietly thank Him for not answering your prayer too early.

Because if He had...

You would have received the opportunity...

Without becoming the man capable of carrying it.

That is a dangerous gift.

God loves us too much for that.

So when you find yourself waiting...

Do not ask,

"Why hasn't my life started yet?"

Ask,

"What is God growing inside me today?"

That question has given peace to seasons that once felt unbearable.

Because every day spent becoming...

Is a day well lived.

Even if no one else can yet see the growth.

God can.

And that has always been enough.

I love you.

— Baba

Question:

What if the thing you have been asking God to change... is actually the place where He is changing you?

Moral:

Waiting is never empty in the hands of God. A gentleman understands that the greatest miracles often happen within him long before they happen around him.

This story reflects real experiences and philosophies behind Backyard Brew. It is shared to inspire perspective and intention.

Author: R. Solace