I know this might be a little too personal to share, but maybe someone out there needs to read this. Someone silently waiting, someone praying for the same miracle that I’ve been longing for too.

There was a time in my life when waiting for a child felt like carrying an invisible weight every single day. Each month that passed felt like another heartbreak, another unanswered prayer. I used to look at families around me, the laughter of children, the joy in a mother’s eyes and silently whisper, “Lord, when will it be my turn?”

Back then, I didn’t know the Lord the way I know Him now. I was surrounded by questions, self-pity, and quiet tears that nobody saw. Every pregnancy announcement from a friend came with mixed emotions. I was genuinely happy for them, but deep inside, I was breaking. I would smile, congratulate them, and go home with a heavy heart, crying in silence because I couldn’t understand why it wasn’t happening for me.

Depression slowly crept in. There were nights when I couldn’t sleep, mornings when I didn’t even want to get up. I felt like my womanhood was incomplete, like there was something wrong with me. I tried to appear strong, but deep inside, I was lost, waiting, aching, and questioning God’s love for me.

But everything changed when I finally surrendered.

When I truly met Jesus, I realized something I had never understood before. My worth is not measured by what I have, but by who holds my heart. I realized that God’s timing is not a delay, it’s a divine design. And even if the time for me and my husband to become parents still seems blurry, I now see that there is beauty in the waiting.

Because in this season, God is teaching us something precious: patience, faith, and trust. He is shaping our hearts before He places blessings in our hands. He is allowing us to experience His love in ways that a child alone could never fulfill.

I won’t lie, there are still days when my heart aches. There are still moments when I see a mother holding her baby, and I whisper, “Lord, I’m still waiting.” But now, my heart no longer breaks the same way it used to. Because I know that even without the answer I’ve been praying for, I already have everything I need because I have Jesus.

My husband and I may not have a child yet, but we have peace. We have joy. We have love that is grounded in the presence of the Lord. And I know deep in my heart that when the time comes, if it is God’s will, it will be perfect, it will be pure, and it will be worth every tear we cried in the waiting.

To anyone reading this who is also waiting, whether it’s for a child, a breakthrough, a healing, or an answered prayer, please know this: you are not forgotten. God sees every tear, hears every silent prayer, and feels every longing in your heart.

He hasn’t abandoned you. He is preparing something beautiful and while He’s preparing the blessing, He’s also preparing you.

Maybe the waiting isn’t punishment, but protection. Maybe He’s still writing your story, and this chapter, this hard, painful, uncertain chapter is the one that will lead you closer to Him.

So don’t let the world measure your worth by what you don’t have. Don’t let comparison steal your peace. You are more than your circumstance. You are loved, chosen, and seen by the One who gave everything for you.

Today, I choose to be happy not because everything is perfect, but because God is with me. And that alone is enough reason to keep going.

If you’re still waiting, keep holding on. Keep believing. Keep trusting. Because one day, when you look back, you’ll realize that this season of waiting was not wasted, it was sacred. It was the place where your faith grew roots, where your heart learned to rest, and where you fell deeper in love with the One who never left you.

And when that long-awaited miracle finally comes, you’ll be able to say, “It was all worth it because I met God in the waiting.”