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The Waiting Game

  • Writer: ArianaLyn
    ArianaLyn
  • Jul 12, 2021
  • 3 min read

Go back...way back to when you were a little girl dreaming about her wedding day, and Prince Charming. Do you remember the hopeless sighs, the daydreams, giggles at the thought of kissing a boy, heck, even holding his hand? I understand that some of you reading may not have been this way, so bear with me here for a moment. Now, remember the waiting, the whispers, and the little promises made. Butterflies that danced along your inner being, and floating on cloud 9 that took you to new heights. Then only to come crashing down with the breakups, the heartache, the being second best to someone else, the questioning your worth. Remember all of it, the beginning, the middle, the in-betweens, the ups and downs; and the now. All of it has led up to this moment, and to the person, you are now.


That little girl is all grown up now, that little girl is me. It's funny what happens when all that you've dreamt about as a little girl has all come knocking on your door. Dreams made to reality. A reality that you didn't think was going to come. I remember how you cried, questioned if love was something that would come walking towards you. How you looked for love in ALL the wrong places, damaging yourself more than anyone else in your search for love. Because let's be honest, no one likes "The Waiting Game". No one. Especially when it seems that it's happening to everyone else around you, and you're slipping into the background, longing, aching, for the chance to be next. And just when you gave up hope and decided to be content in the journey of life that you were on....*cue the man*.


In walks him, little did you know that in that one moment, your whole life would change. You honestly didn't see anything transpiring between the two of you. You had told your heart that it was on a break and it was going to remain that way; broken, guarded, doubtful, a steel trap door leading to a black hole. But somehow he managed to gently walk down the broken pathway, past the guards, the shouts of doubt in the hallway, and effortlessly walk over the steel trap door with confidence and a gentle ferocity until he was standing directly in front of my heart's door with my favorite flowers. Little did I know that you were the one that my heart had been waiting on. Little did I know that I would feel a healing balm begin to soothe over the areas of my heart that I had closed off. It was as if your words breathed life int0 the dark cobwebs of those spaces and blew the windows open to let love come beaming in. I had placed myself into the endless waiting game for so long, I had become my very own prisoner.


Isn't it beautiful how God's timing works? It happens when we least expect it when it's not even anything we are looking for. I may have thought that I wasn't going to be loved, and that love had missed me, but my Heavenly Father knew. He knew that His timing was impeccable and that it would come exactly when I needed it most. And that moment is when I finally let go and took myself out of "the waiting game." In walked the man that was destined from the beginning of time, to be the man that I'd daydreamed and planned for since I was a little girl; wide-eyed and the biggest advocate for love. Here I am today, wide-eyed, and an even bigger advocate for love. Because love, true love, the God destined kinda love is now here. So you ask me, "Was it worth it, Ariana? All that heartache? You waiting a long time!" Yes, yes it was. Girlfriend, I promise you that what God has in store for you, who God has for you, and what God is doing for you right now as you're reading this, it is WORTH it. Being in the waiting game isn't a bad thing when you do it the right way. And the right way is trusting, believing that the Lord will give you the desires of your heart, and the promises that He made to you. Because His promises are YES & AMEN! Enjoy the process, trust the journey...I promise that when you finally let go of control, you will be really surprised by all that will come knocking on your door.

 
 
 

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