Your Waiting Is Not A Verdict

The afternoon stretches long and quiet, filled only with the glow of a screen and a message that sits there, unanswered. You read the silence again, and your mind begins to write a story you were never meant to tell: that you asked for too much, that your voice was a burden, that you should have stayed smaller.

But the light does not measure your worth by the speed of a reply. There was a man born blind, and the people around him decided his darkness was a punishment for sin, a verdict on his life.

Jesus looked at him and said: neither this man nor his parents sinned. This happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.

Your waiting is not a verdict. It is a canvas.

The silence is not proof that you are too much; it is simply the space where the next thing is being prepared. You are not defined by the pause.