When God swings the door wide open!

For a long time, I felt like I was sitting in a hallway. I knew there were doors — doors with promise, purpose, and calling behind them — but no matter how hard I prayed, how loud I knocked, or how faithfully I waited, nothing seemed to open. It was a season of refining, of wrestling with silence, of wondering if my story even mattered.

But now I see what I couldn’t see then: God wasn’t ignoring me — He was preparing me.

The waiting season wasn’t punishment. It was protection. It was alignment. It was God ensuring that when the doors did open, I wouldn’t just walk through them — I’d run with purpose.

And then, it happened.

The very testimony I once tried to hide became the tool He used to unlock hearts. I stood before others, shared my scars, and watched as God turned my pain into power. Women wept. Survivors stood taller. Healing took root in the unlikeliest places. And I knew — I wasn’t waiting anymore. I was walking in answered prayers.

That moment reminded me that God’s timing isn’t just perfect — it’s personal. He knew when the world would be ready for my voice and when I would be strong enough to carry it.

So if you’re still in that hallway, if the door hasn’t opened yet — don’t lose hope. Keep praying. Keep healing. Keep trusting. Because when God opens the door, it won’t be just for you. It’ll be so your story can set others free.

And that, friend, is worth every minute of the wait.