Waiting For A Breakthrough

Sometimes waiting feels less like patience and more like standing in a hallway with flickering lights, holding your breath for a door to finally open.

Then suddenly… breakthrough.

Not always fireworks.
Sometimes it’s peace where panic used to live. This is what I long for.
A phone call.
A clear answer.
Strength to get out of bed.
The courage to stop chasing people who only loved the watered-down version of you.

Breakthroughs rarely arrive wearing a marching band. They often slip in quietly, like sunrise through cracked blinds.

If you’re in a waiting season, don’t assume nothing is happening. Roots grow underground long before gardens bloom.

Julie Payne