Momspirational Life

(Part Four of the “Lost in the Detours” Series)

When Waiting Feels Endless

There are seasons when waiting feels endless. It can make even the strongest faith tremble a little.

We pray, we hope, and yet the silence stretches on.

Waiting can make us question whether God hears us or if we somehow missed His will entirely. But sometimes, it is in those quiet seasons when God is doing His deepest work.

The Lonely Year

When my husband, baby son, and I moved to Ohio from Fort Carson, I was a new mama and had been married for only about two years. Life looked steady on the outside, but inside, I was aching. I went without a friend for a year. I wasn’t plugged into a church, not because I didn’t want to go, but because I didn’t know where to begin. My husband knew of God, but he wasn’t walking with Him at the time, which made things even harder. Our marriage felt fragile, and I often cried out to God in the waiting.

In the desperation of my loneliness, I would sometimes make small talk with customer service representatives or the cashier just to have another voice to talk to. I was navigating motherhood in the midst of loneliness. Those were bittersweet years I experienced back then…. the bitter reminder of loneliness mixed with the sweet reminder that I got to be a Mama.

Loneliness can feel loud when the only sound you hear is your own uncertainty. I prayed, but often it felt like my prayers were bouncing back unanswered.

A Backyard Blessing

Then one day, something unexpected happened. A woman and her four small children crossed their backyard into mine and asked if they could use the old playground set behind our rental home. I said yes, not realizing that small moment would change everything. What began as a simple neighborly gesture turned into a friendship that became an anchor. Oh, how grateful I am of our friendship through all these years to today.

Through her faith and kindness, I saw God’s Hand moving quietly behind the scenes. She encouraged me to pray specifically and to believe that even in my loneliness, I was not forgotten. During that season, I learned how to rely on God in a way I never had before.

Praying with Purpose

I began to pray differently, see God differently, and spend time with Him differently. I started praying Scripture over my husband, especially from Ephesians, replacing certain words with his name. I prayed that my husband would come to know the love of Christ deeply. For six months, I prayed those verses daily fervently. There were days I wondered if it mattered, but I kept going because I was not alone.

One night, something happened that I will never forget. My husband woke up in the middle of the night, got out of bed, and knelt beside it to pray. I did not fully wake up, but I remember sensing something had shifted. That was the beginning of a transformation I had been praying for.

When Prayers Take Root

A few days later, he connected with a coworker at the Army recruiting station who was a believer. Before long, we found ourselves at a small local church that became our home. It was there that our marriage began to heal, and our faith began to grow together.

Looking back now, I sometimes wonder, if I had been connected right from the start with friends and community, would I have met that woman in the backyard? Maybe. Maybe not. And that realization humbles me, because it reminds me that God’s timing is never random. It is perfectly placed.

The Waiting Wasn’t Wasted

The waiting wasn’t wasted. It was sacred. Waiting is a beautiful, though sometimes most challenging, process of our testimony. God was working behind the scenes, not only preparing my husband’s heart but deepening mine. The waiting taught me trust. It taught me that faith is not just about believing in God’s power. It is about trusting His timing.

Waiting has a way of refining us. It strips away the illusion that we are in control and leaves us with the simple truth that God is enough. I used to think waiting meant doing nothing. Now I see it was an invitation- an invitation to worship, to pray, and to let God build something beautiful in the unseen.

A Heart Anchored in Hope

“My soul, wait silently for God alone,
For my expectation is from Him.
He only is my rock and my salvation;
He is my defense; I shall not be moved.”

Psalm 62:5–6

If you are in a season of waiting right now, I want to remind you that your waiting is not a punishment. It is a preparation. God’s silence is not His absence. He is working in the quiet, and when the time is right, what He has been building will unfold in ways you could never imagine.

Reflection Questions

• Have you ever walked through a season where you felt forgotten or unseen by God?
• What might God be teaching or preparing in you during this time?
• How would your prayers change if you trusted His timing instead of your own?

This post is part of the Lost in the Detours series.
Read Part 3: Lost in Fear, Found in Faith here.

Love,
Tabitha