There’s something sacred about waiting for a promise you may never fully see.
Something holy in trusting even when the outcome is far off — not because you’ve stopped hoping, but because you’ve learned that hope is deeper than outcome.
Hebrews 11 is full of stories like that.
People who waited, who believed, who trusted the voice of God… even when they didn’t hold the fulfillment in their hands.
It doesn’t say they gave up.
It says they welcomed it — from a distance.
And that part stays with me.
Because some seasons are full of waiting.
Of glimpses. Of aching faith.
Of trusting that the work is still worth it —
even when the results are invisible.
Maybe you’re in one of those seasons, too.
You’ve prayed.
You’ve stayed.
You’ve done the hard, holy work of believing.
And still, the promise feels far.
But that doesn’t mean you’ve missed it.
It just means you’re walking by faith —
the kind that doesn’t need proof to keep going.
So keep building.
Keep walking.
Keep holding onto the hope that lives deeper than outcome.
Because not yet doesn’t mean not ever.
And faith?
Real faith lives well in the waiting.
“All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance.”
Hebrews 11:13 (NIV)
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