Recently, something happened in my life that stopped me in my tracks, not because it was loud or dramatic, but because it was quiet and clear. It made me realize something I’ve heard all my life but didn’t fully understand until now: things really do happen at the right time, even when we don’t recognize that it is the right time.

So often, we pray, we hope, we plan, and we push. We want things now. We want answers now. We want movement now. And when nothing seems to be happening, we assume something is wrong. We start questioning ourselves, questioning others, and sometimes, even if we don’t say it out loud, questioning God.

But what if nothing is wrong at all?

What if the delay is actually protection?

What if the waiting is part of the blessing?

My stepmom always says, “It will happen in God’s time.” I’ve nodded along to that phrase for years. I’ve repeated it to others. I’ve even used it to comfort myself. But understanding it intellectually and living it faithfully are two very different things.

If I’m honest, waiting is hard. Waiting requires trust. Waiting forces us to admit that we are not the ones in control, no matter how organized, capable, or determined we think we are. Waiting exposes our impatience and our need to feel in charge. We like to believe that because we see the desire clearly, we must also know the timing. But we don’t.

God does.

Looking back now, I can clearly see that what happened in my life happened at exactly the right time, not earlier, not later. Had it happened when I wanted it to, I wouldn’t have been ready. I might have mishandled it, misunderstood it, or even missed the lesson entirely. What felt like delay was actually preparation. What felt like silence was guidance.

There’s a song that talks about footprints in the sand, how during the hardest moments, there was only one set of footprints because God was carrying us. That image has never felt more real to me than it does now. I can see that there were moments when I thought I was standing still or being left behind, but in truth, I was being carried. And when the time was right, God put me down, gently, deliberately, exactly where I needed to be.

That realization humbles me.

It reminds me to give credit where credit is due. Not to luck. Not to coincidence. Not even to my own resilience. But to God’s perfect timing. His/her wisdom. His/her ability to see what I cannot.

So I ask myself, and maybe you should ask yourself too, are we truly able to wait? Or are we so impatient that we convince ourselves we know better than God? Do we trust Him only when things move quickly, or can we trust Him when He says, “Not yet”?

Waiting doesn’t mean nothing is happening. It means something is being arranged beyond our sight.

Today, I stand in gratitude, not just for what happened, but for when it happened. I understand now. And I’m learning, slowly but surely, to release control and rest in the assurance that God’s timing is always right, even when it doesn’t match my calendar.

If you’re reading this and you’re in a season of waiting, I want you to know this: you’re not forgotten. You’re not behind. You’re not late. You’re right where you’re meant to be.

And I’d love to hear from you.

Tell me your story, about a time when something finally happened and you realized it couldn’t have happened any other way. When you looked back and saw that it truly was the right time.

I genuinely want to know your thoughts, and I’m sure others do too. Feel free to comment 👍🏽, but if you’re not comfortable sharing, please reach out to me through any medium. I’d be thrilled if you could share something, anything, and let others know. Your comments help me understand your perspective and often present a completely different view on the topic. They could even inspire another blog. 😉 And you never know how your comment might benefit others. Remember, life is meant to be lived, and you should always strive to live your best life. #lifeisforliving #liveyourbestlife #gratefulforlife #faithgreaterthanfear

See you next Wednesday at 8:00 p.m., Bogotá time.