There comes a time in life when “just wait on God” starts to feel like a trap. A spiritual sedative. A nice way of telling people to accept being stuck, broken, and unfulfilled. For years, I clung to that advice like a lifeline—eyes lifted toward heaven, heart open, hands folded. I waited. And waited. But eventually, even the most patient soul runs out of hope.
This isn't a piece meant to mock faith. I believe in God. I believe in purpose. I believe in divine timing. But I’m also human. And as a human, there’s only so long I can carry the weight of disappointment while being told my blessing is “on the way.”
The truth is, we’re taught to suffer in silence. To wear misery like a badge of honor and call it “obedience.” We’re told to stay in dead-end jobs, toxic relationships, and unhappy relationships because “God must be testing you.” But what if the test isn’t about waiting? What if the real test is about moving—getting up and deciding not to die in a life that doesn’t bring you peace?
I’m tired of the knife. The invisible blade of waiting. The emotional cuts of watching other people live freely while I sit in spiritual purgatory, hoping that maybe next month, next year, next lifetime, my turn will come.
Maybe God is waiting on me. Maybe He’s already given the tools, the vision, and the spark, but I’ve been too paralyzed by religious guilt and fear to use them.
I’m not writing this for those who are content with crumbs and calling it a feast. I’m writing this for the silent screamers—the ones smiling in public but crumbling inside. You are not ungrateful for wanting more. You are not less holy because you're tired of waiting.
At some point, you have to choose yourself. Not in rebellion, but in responsibility. Faith without movement is just spiritual stagnation. And sometimes, “waiting on God” becomes the most dangerous excuse for staying unhappy.
So if you're tired, you’re not alone. You don’t have to wait forever to live. Maybe it's time to stop waiting and start living for you.
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