When the Sunrise Spoke: Finding God in the Waiting

This morning, I ran under the sunrise with tears in my eyes.

I’ve been waking up early, almost obsessively, praying for a miracle.

Every single morning.

Hoping for movement.

A breakthrough.

A clear sign that God sees me.

That something — anything — is shifting.

And I’ve tried to stay faithful.

I’ve told myself to trust.

But if I’m being honest… I’m tired.

Tired of praying the same prayer and feeling like I’m getting silence back.

Tired of showing up with hope and feeling like I leave empty-handed.

Tired of watching other people’s lives move forward while I feel stuck in waiting.

There’s this ache in my chest — the kind that comes from doing all the “right” things and still feeling lost.

I’ve been clinging to expectation, trying to hold it together with spiritual duct tape.

And then — out of nowhere, as the sun cracked over the mountains and lit up the sky — I heard it.

A whisper so clear, I almost stopped running.

“I didn’t ask you to seek and expect your miracles.

I asked you to seek and accept My miracles.”

And something inside me broke.

I’ve been begging for my version of the miracle.

My fix.

My timing.

I’ve been measuring God’s love by how well He follows my plan.

And I missed the point.

Maybe the miracle isn’t the resolve 

Or the solution to the problem I’ve been carrying like a boulder.

Maybe the miracle is that I haven’t given up — even in the waiting.

Maybe it’s the sunrise itself.

The whisper.

The fact that He met me there.

Today, I’m not sure I’ll stop aching.

But I am sure He’s still with me.

And maybe that’s the miracle I’ve needed all along.