I keep reminding myself of this as I walk along this thin thread, balancing between two cliffs, holding on to hope like that long pole keeping me steady. Some days, I’m just barely holding on – gripping that thin thread, praying I won’t slip. It’s exhausting, constantly balancing between hope and fear, knowing that at any moment, I could fall. And when I do, when I’m dangling there, it feels like I’m alone in the struggle, waiting for something or someone to pull me up.
But I keep holding on – just like I hold on to God’s plan. No one ever told me that patience, sabr, would be this hard, not even parents. They didn’t mention that it means battling your own thoughts, comforting yourself when it feels like no one else is there. It’s lonely, exhausting, and there are moments when it leaves you completely worn out.
It’s draining, it breaks me down sometimes – but deep in my heart, I believe. I believe that the struggle is shaping me, that this waiting, as hard as it is, has a purpose. Because God has a plan. And that plan? It’s worth the wait.
God has a plan. Just one more day, one more breath, one more moment. Sometimes, that’s all I need, and it’s enough because God has a plan.
