When delay seems to be louder than the promise.

Apr 06, 2025

Hello beautiful human,

This week, you too, try to ask how my Sunday went, or how last week was for me.

I know the season of life where you could be trusting God for certain results, but the delay seems to be louder than the promise. You know God answers prayers, you just don’t understand why He’s taking His time. But do you know what I’m here to tell you?

R. E. S. T!!

And not just rest as in, “That’s all there is left to do now,” but a deep, trusting rest in His promises for your life. A rest rooted in His love. You can trust God and hold on to His promise. You can always trust God and hold on to His promise.

I remember a time growing up when I had a little too much audacity for a child. Looking back, I think it was a good thing. There was something we were taught in Sunday School—I don’t remember the exact lesson, but I know I left church that day with a determination to do what I’d heard.

When I got home, it was around the time our school fees were expected to be paid. I grew up in a home where, usually, school fees were sorted out during the holidays. But for some reason, that term was different. The fees hadn’t been paid.

Now, I wasn’t afraid or worried about being sent home, because by the Grace of God, that had never happened, from kindergarten up until university. School fees payment had never been one of my concerns, I simply hand the bills to my parents and rest, knowing somehow they would take care of it. It was their duty, not mine.

But that term, something felt off. I was in Primary Four at the time, and even at that young age, I knew something wasn’t right. So I did something.
When I got back from school that day, before my mum returned from work—I went into her room, locked the door, knelt by the side of her bed (just like I had seen her do so many times), and I prayed.

One thing I have actively learned from my mum is that there is nothing—too little or too big, that you can’t take to God in prayer. Literally nothing. And so I knelt and muttered words in understanding, telling God, “I don’t know what’s happening, but our school fees haven’t been paid. Do something, Lord. Provide.”

It was such a childlike and innocent prayer, but it was real. And guess what? That same week—maybe even the next day—school fees were paid. Everything became clear and sorted.

As I write this, I remember that all I had to do as a child was to hand over my needs and trust that my parents would sort it out. And I think… being an adult shouldn’t change that when it comes to God.

He still calls us to be childlike—not childish—but trusting, just like a child. That’s why the scriptures say it’s children who will inherit the Kingdom of God (Matthew 18:3). God wants us to hand Him the bills and trust that He has every resource in the world to take care of it. Because we are His responsibility.

And this isn’t coming from a place of entitlement or recklessness. This isn’t about expecting God to come through while we ignore or disregard Him. Even if a father has the means to help, he can’t always move if the child’s heart is far from him.

You know where this is heading.

So—rest. Trust. Be childlike in your faith again. Hand Him the bills, the concerns, the delays. He’s got you. And He’s always faithful.🤗❤️