There’s a space between asking and answered that no one really prepares you for.

You pray, you hope, you take a deep breath — and then… nothing.
No flash of light, no perfect clarity. Just waiting.

Sometimes it’s weeks. Sometimes it’s years.
Sometimes it’s long enough that you start to wonder if maybe you misheard God entirely.

But here’s what I’m learning:
The silence isn’t always a sign of absence.
Sometimes it’s the sound of something sacred becoming.

We live in a world that wants instant results and visible progress. But God’s timing isn’t a transaction; it’s transformation. Waiting stretches our faith — not because God needs time to act, but because we need space to grow.

Maybe this middle space — the one between asking and answered — is actually holy ground.
It’s where we learn to trust without proof.
To hope without guarantees.
To keep showing up when there’s no visible reason to.

And maybe that’s the real miracle — not the thing we were waiting for, but who we become while we’re waiting.

“Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him.” — Psalm 37:7

So if you’re standing in the in-between right now — between diagnosis and healing, between prayer and peace, between confusion and clarity — take heart.
You’re not forgotten. You’re being formed.

And someday, when the answer comes (in the way it always does — different and deeper than expected), you’ll look back and realize:
God was there the whole time, building something in the waiting.