Heavens timeline

I have to keep reminding myself—

disappointment does not mean disqualified.

Delayed does not mean denied.

And not yet does not mean not ever.

Heaven’s timeline is not my own.

The pages I long to skip ahead to are still being written by a pen far wiser than my trembling hand. And just because the chapter looks empty right now, just because my prayers echo back in silence, does not mean I have been forgotten.

God’s appointments do not expire.

His callings do not come with cancellation notices. His promises do not dissolve in the waiting.

This ache in my chest—

it feels like the unraveling of everything I thought I knew, but maybe,

it is the stretching of a tent He’s enlarging to hold the harvest He’s bringing.

The doors that slammed shut in my face…

perhaps they are not rejection, but redirection.

The “no’s” I wept over…

perhaps they are making room for the “yes” that will change everything.

And so I whisper to my soul—

you are still appointed.

Even here, in the valley of delay.

Even here, when the path is fog-covered and the silence feels endless.

Even here, when disappointment sits heavy on my chest.

God has not crossed my name off the list.

He has not shelved my purpose like a forgotten book. He has simply turned the page,

and what is coming will make sense of what is now.

Until then, I will wait with open hands.

Because the God who called me has not changed His mind.