It’s a season of waiting as we move through Advent, and honestly, I feel that in my bones this year. Advent is all about anticipation—leaning forward with hope, trusting that light is on its way even if everything still feels dim. And right now, I’m in my own very real, very personal season of waiting. I’m impatiently waiting for God to show me what’s next, what doors He’s opening, what steps I’m supposed to take.

Waiting sounds peaceful in theory, but in practice? It feels lonely. Still, I know I have a part to play. For me, that looks like leaning into prayer instead of spiraling, practicing discernment instead of jumping ahead of God, and grounding myself in gratitude instead of frustration. None of that comes naturally—but it does keep me aligned while I wait.

The passage from Isaiah has been sitting with me:

^13-17 So Isaiah told him, “Then listen to this, government of David! It’s bad enough that you make people tired with your pious, timid hypocrisies, but now you’re making God tired. So the Master is going to give you a sign anyway. Watch for this: A girl who is presently a virgin will get pregnant. She’ll bear a son and name him Immanuel (God-With-Us). By the time the child is twelve years old, able to make moral decisions, the threat of war will be over. Relax, those two kings that have you so worried will be out of the picture. (Isaiah 7:13-17 MSG).

This prophecy was given in a moment of fear, uncertainty, and yes—waiting. And it took 700 years for it to be fulfilled. Seven centuries! Yet God was still faithful. The promise still came. Immanuel still arrived.

So when I think about my own season of waiting—whether it lasts a few more days, weeks, or months—I’m choosing hope. I’m choosing to believe that God is already working behind the scenes, already preparing whatever comes next. My waiting won’t last 700 years. And even in this in-between space, God is with me. Immanuel, still true today.

Are you in a season of waiting? Share your experience here and breathe life and bring hope to others,