04/09/2025
In the Middle of the Pause
Waiting seasons are some of the hardest.
They’re marked by silence, uncertainty, and a sense of being suspended between what was and what’s next.
You don’t know the date, the hour, or the outcome—you just wait.
And in the waiting, anxiety creeps in.
Sleep gets thinner.
Even ordinary moments feel unsettled.
I’m in a waiting season.
That strange quiet that settles in when life feels like it’s on hold.
The suspense is heavy—my mind spins through every possible outcome while my body pays with tension, restless nights, and unease.
This in-between chapter is the part no one posts about.
For a while, I treated it like lost time, just surviving until the “next thing.”
But I’ve realized I can’t live like that.
So I’m changing how I wait.
• Name it. Instead of saying, I’m stressed, I tell myself, I’m in a waiting season. Naming it reminds me it’s temporary, not forever.
• Fill the meantime. I stopped calling it “empty time.” I read, walk, or reconnect with someone I’ve missed. These small acts prove life is still happening, even here.
• Find calm on purpose. A quiet cup of tea, a few minutes of stillness, a prayer—anything that steadies the storm inside while the uncertainty stays outside.
I don’t know when this season will end, but I see now that waiting doesn’t freeze time—it bends it. And in the bend, there’s growth I didn’t expect.
What helps you carry a waiting season without breaking?
