IN THE WAITING, I AM BECOMING.

 

There is a silent strength in the seasons that seem still; the ones where things are not moving as fast, and answers feel slow. But even in the waiting, something sacred is happening. I am becoming.

I am learning to trust the timing, to grow roots where it seems dry, and to whisper gratitude for what is, even while longing for what is to come. In the waiting, I am becoming.

Waiting is not wasting. It is preparing. It is stretching. It is birthing.

So if you are in a season where it feels like nothing is changing, look again, your soul is expanding. Your faith is deepening. You are becoming. Something beautiful is being written in the quiet.

Don't give up now. Keep believing. Keep becoming.