Let Patience Finish

I used to think patience meant waiting quietly. But now I think it's much harder than that. It's watching everyone else move forward while your life feels still. It's praying the same prayer until you stop counting how many times you've asked. It's smiling when people ask, "So... any good news?" when the answer is still no. It's trying again after another disappointment. It's believing God is still good Especially when nothing around you makes sense. This is the part we rarely celebrate. Not the breakthrough. The becoming. Because while I'm asking God to change my situation, He's gently asking, "Will you let this season change you?" I've wanted Him to remove the waiting. Instead, He has been removing my fear, my pride, my need to control everything. I wanted an answer. He wanted my heart. Because some prayers are answered the moment the door opens. Others are answered when the person waiting is no longer the same person who first knocked.