Patience My Love…

This past week was my twins’ birthday and for as long as I can remember, one of my sons has always been a little impatient when it comes to his special day. The moment we flip the calendar to his birthday month, he starts asking questions: “What am I getting? Will I love it? What sort of cake are you making? Can it be ice cream?” Every day, the countdown continues, and with it, a flood of questions about what’s in store. I love his excitement; it fills the house with anticipation and joy. But in those quieter moments, I find myself whispering, patience, my love.

It’s become a pattern. If we’re heading on a family trip or gearing up for Christmas, he just has to know what’s coming. Surprises? Not his thing. He likes to prepare, to anticipate. He doesn’t want to wait; he wants certainty. And as I smile and reassure him for the hundredth time, a little thought occurs to me. I wonder if God whispers the same thing to us.

When we’re caught in seasons of waiting—battles we can’t seem to overcome, heartaches that feel like they’ll never heal—don’t we ask the same questions? What’s next? Where are You taking me? What will happen? It’s so easy to crave answers, to long for clarity in the midst of confusion. We want to know if what’s ahead will be worth the struggle, if the pain will have purpose. We want glimpses of the future so we can hold on in the present.

But maybe, just maybe, God is whispering to us the same way I whisper to my son, patience, my love. Perhaps He’s gently reminding us that He has something so good in store, but it requires waiting. We’re not ready to see it yet. The timing, the details, the outcome—they’re all being carefully prepared, and though we might be eager, though we might feel overwhelmed with the not-knowing, He’s asking us to trust.

Oh dear one, I don’t write this without telling you—I, too, am impatient. I don’t write this to give a warm and fuzzy moment. Because let me tell you, I’ve longed so many times for God to give me a map or a blueprint of the next steps, as my frustration with the unknowing gnaws away at me. What I’ve come to learn is that when I look back, I see why He asked me to wait, to have patience, to trust Him. There isn’t a moment where He hasn’t provided for me, even in the times I was barely scraping through.

It’s in those moments of impatience where we’re invited to lean into His promises, to believe that He’s weaving together something beautiful, even when we can’t see it. And while we may not have all the answers or a sneak peek into what’s next, we can rest in His heart for us. Because, just like I know what my son’s birthday holds long before he does, God knows what’s ahead in our lives. And more than that, He knows exactly what we need, even when we don’t.

So, in the waiting, in the uncertainty, in the longing for clarity, remember this: He’s preparing something beautiful. And He’s saying to you, patience, my love… it’s going to be worth the wait.

“Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!” —Psalm 27:14

Love Sarah xx.

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