There's a particular kind of tired that comes not from doing too much, but from waiting too long. You've prayed. You've trusted. You've shown up. And still — nothing seems to be moving.
I've sat in that place. Maybe you have too.
The Psalms are full of women and men who cried out to God in the in-between. "How long, O Lord?" is not a faithless question — it's one of the most honest prayers in Scripture. It means you still believe God is listening. It means you haven't given up.
Waiting is not the absence of God's work. It is often the very place where He does His deepest work — in us, not just for us.
A seed doesn't know it's becoming a flower. It just stays in the dark soil, receiving what it needs, until the season turns. You are not buried. You are planted.
Today, if the season feels too long, let this be your prayer: "Lord, I trust your timing more than my own understanding. Do what only You can do — in me and through me — while I wait."