When God Waits With You: The Slow Glory of Becoming
Finding God’s Presence in the Unseen and Unanswered
There’s something unsettling about silence, especially when you’ve prayed with every ounce of trust you can find and nothing seems to move. No whisper. No open door. Just the slow tick of time and the ache of an empty room. He’s not absent in the silence. He’s sitting right there with you.
Jesus knew waiting. Before the water turned to wine, before the demons trembled, before the blind saw, there were thirty years of obscurity. No crowd, no miracles, just the Son of God learning the rhythms of a carpenter’s shop. Sawdust in His hair. Calluses on His hands. The Word made flesh, quietly shaping wood while the world spun on unaware. Why the delay?
Because in the Kingdom, time isn’t wasted. It’s woven.
Abraham was seventy-five when the promise came. A son. An heir. Descendants as countless as stars. He believed, yet decades passed. Every cycle of the moon a reminder of what hadn’t come. Sarah laughed, then wept. Hope twisted into questions. But still, God waited with them.
This isn’t passive waiting. This is the waiting of a vine keeper. Pruning, watching, guarding the soil. It’s the slow, intentional work of love preparing the heart for what it’s not yet ready to carry. Sometimes the promise takes shape in you before it shows up around you.
The silence isn’t punishment. It’s preparation.
Jesus wasn’t just biding time until the Jordan. Those thirty years mattered. He grew in wisdom and stature and favor with God and man (Luke 2:52). The same Spirit who raised Him from the dead was shaping His heart in the hidden place. He was becoming, so that when the time came, He could bear the weight of glory without it crushing Him.
So if you're waiting, don’t rush through it. Don’t despise the hidden place. The wilderness isn’t God’s rejection; it’s often His classroom. He is not the God of delay, but of timing. And sometimes, the holiest thing He does is simply stay.
Stay with you in the not yet. In the tear-streaked prayers. In the aching longing. In the wondering if you misheard. He’s not somewhere on the other side of the breakthrough. He’s here. And He waits with you.
Because in the Kingdom, becoming always comes before sending. And nothing in your waiting is wasted, not one tear, not one hour, not one hope deferred. When He moves, you’ll know. But until then, let Him hold you where you are.
Wait well, my friends. The vine keeper is near.
☕ Enjoyed this? Support my work & buy me a coffee:
🔔 Subscribe for more soul-nourishing insights: Join Bread & Life
📢 Share this with someone who needs a deeper kind of fulfillment.
Thank you for this beautiful and encouraging post that spoke to my heart. Loved this: "And nothing in your waiting is wasted, not one tear, not one hour, not one hope deferred. When He moves, you’ll know."
Thank you so much for this word. It is balm for my soul🙏🏾