To Anyone Walking This Season With Me
If you’re here, I know this probably isn’t where you thought you’d be. It’s not where I thought I’d be either. Some days this season feels louder than everything else. It follows us into conversations we didn’t plan for. Into announcements we brace ourselves to hear. Into prayers that feel heavier than they used to. And somewhere in the quiet, we start wondering what the waiting means, what it says about us… and sometimes, what it says about God. I don’t have tidy answers. But I’ve been noticing something in Scripture that I can’t unsee. God didn’t just work despite barren seasons. He worked through them, in ways that changed everything. Sarah could have had a child early. Nothing was stopping God from that. But if she had, the story would have looked completely different. Her son wouldn’t have been a promise, he would have been expected. Her laughter wouldn’t have mattered. Her disbelief wouldn’t have been written into Scripture. The covenant wouldn’t have been clearly God’s doing, ...
