When the Heavens Unfold

There are nights when prayer feels like talking to a closed door.
You say “Father,” and the word seems to fall back into your own chest.
You read the promises, you whisper the need,
and the ceiling looks back at you blank and still.

You wonder if you misheard.
If your faith is too small.
If you are asking wrong.
If maybe heaven answers other people faster,
cleaner,
kinder
than it answers you.

You kneel there with a heart that feels scraped thin,
and everything in you wants to say,
“What is the point of calling
when nothing seems to move?”

But somewhere under the ache,
a quieter thought begins to breathe:
What if He is not ignoring me—
only working where I cannot see?

Scripture does not say,
“Call unto me, and you will feel Me right away.”
It says, “Call unto me, and I will answer thee,
and shew thee great and mighty things,
which thou knowest not” (Jeremiah 33:3).

There are things you know not—
mercies being woven out of sight,
days being arranged like stepping stones,
people being prepared to meet you at just the right turn in the path.
From here, it looks like silence.
From His side, it looks like careful timing.

So you keep calling, even with shaking hands.
You tell Him the truth:
“I am tired of waiting.”
“I am afraid You’ve forgotten me.”
You pour it out, not because you feel brave,
but because you have nowhere safer to put this pain
than in His hands.

And somewhere in the slow,
in the not-yet,
in the “Lord, how long?”
your soul begins to rest on what is certain:

He asked you to call.
He promised to answer.
He is too wise to be early,
too loving to be cruel,
too faithful to be absent
while you wait.

One day the heavens will unfold over this very place of ache—
maybe with a quiet door opening,
maybe with a verse that finally burns,
maybe with a mercy you never thought to request—
and you will see that He was moving
when you thought He was still.

Till then, let your prayers be the sound of trust in the dark,
and let His promise be the pillow under your head:

“Call unto me, and I will answer thee.”
He has not forgotten.
He is already on the other side of your silence,
holding the great and mighty things
you do not yet know.

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