Six months ago I thought I was ready to start a new chapter of my life, professionally. I really thought the time had come for me to courageously embark on the changed course I was so sure and even blogged about in the beginning of last year.

Peace however, suddenly eluded me when I was contemplating on the job options laid before me. As I looked at them, I found what was staring back at me was the stark realisation that I could not make a decision to pick any of these attractive job opportunities. Not that I did not know how to pick or God was silent, I . simply . did . not . want . any . of . them!

Is it not the good-to-go green light when my season of rest finally concluded? I was certain I was all set to come back to the marketplace, set foot on a new career path and strive for greater heights, just as I and many others had expected. Why has my feeling changed?

In those gloomy moments of feeling stressed and utterly lost, God’s voice pierced through the darkness, “Wait upon Me.” He said. “But for how long?” was what I screamed back, totally befuddled.

Things became clearer as we stepped into 2024 when I came before the Lord and asked for a word to guide me in the new year. Through my streaming tears and hoarse cries to Him, the Lord gently asked me, “Would you just trust me and allow me to plan things for you while you wait?” Two days later, He posed the question to me again with the exact same words. That was when I knew I was brought into a season of waiting.

As the dust was settling and I looked back to the last few years of my life, it was not difficult to see that all that I had experienced since 2018 to be more exact, were my spiritual moulding and advancement, including the season of rest just past. Today, the moulding, pruning and equipping are still going on. Although it has yet to be revealed to me fully, I have now reconciled myself to the fact that I will be led to a different path. I trust in God’s purpose and His faithfulness. Changing lane, sure, just that it is not the one I had in mind, and not at a time I had envisaged.

In this new season, I am learning to wait so that I can wait well. In other words, I am learning to wait without fretting, complaining, worrying or doubting. I am also learning to wait patiently, worshipfully, prayerfully and faithfully. May my waiting in hope and in God’s grace grow my faith, increase my trust and prepare me for what God has in store for me.

As I sit in my waiting room, sensing the Lord’s presence, we start our heart-to-heart conversations over coffee. I recall the comforting words from a friend recently that as I continue to remain in my liminal space, may I continue to look to the Lord and bask in His presence for what is important is the being, and the becoming. Though unsure of how long the present season will last, it is well with my soul.

Psalm 46:10
“Be still, and know that I am God.”