Becoming While Waiting-Rediscovering my Identity in Christ

Waiting is not a pause in God’s plan- it’s a part of it. Somewhere in the quiet of unfulfilled prayers & longings, I realized that I wasn’t just waiting on a promise- I was being transformed by the Promiser.

For a long time, I rooted my identity in milestones. I quietly believed that marital status, career success, independency, degree status, appearance, and approval- somehow affirmed my worth. Sounds a bit silly, right? But, God, in His kindness gently shown me that those things, while good, were never meant to define me. They were additions-not my source, not my anchor, not my foundation.

While in the waiting room of life, God has been reintroducing me to myself. Introducing the daughter He formed by His hands. I’m learning that being hidden doesn’t mean being forgotten. Sometimes, God hidesvus to heal us. To remind us that before anything to anyone else, we are His.

This season isn’t just about receiving what I long for- it’s about becoming the woman who can carry it. The womans who knows who she is in the silence without reassurance from the world, who worships in the valley, and who trusts even when the outcome is unclear.

I’m not defined by a season of waiting or by the dreams in my heart. I’m defined by who I belong to. And I belong to Christ.

The deeper I grow in intimacy with Him, the clearer it becomes. Everything else is temporary. Everything else is fleeting. But, He remains. His voice, His love, His truth, His presence. That’s what holds me steady when nothing else in this world makes sense.

I am not what I do.

I am not what I’ve lost.

I am not what I long for.

I am His.

And that—

that is more than ENOUGH.