“Then the Lord answered me and said: “Write the vision And make it plain on tablets, That he may run who reads it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time; But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie. Though it tarries, wait for it; Because it will surely come, It will not tarry.’” Habakkuk 2:2–3
This morning, these words arrested my heart. But the phrase that gripped me first was not “vision,” nor “appointed time,” but this:
“Then the Lord answered me and said…”
Because somewhere in the hidden corners of my heart, I had begun to wonder if God still answered me at all. Not because He has fallen silent but because disappointment can build a wall so thick around the heart that even the whisper of God feels faint.
Yet the very fact that I woke up, opened His Word, and felt drawn to read this is proof that He is still speaking. His voice is not always thunder; sometimes it’s the grace that pulls you out of bed. Sometimes it’s the Scripture that finds you before you find it. Sometimes it’s the quiet nudge that reminds you: “Every good and perfect gift comes from above including the desire to seek Him.”
Lord, thank You for sustaining me. For keeping my spirit burning when disappointment tried to quench it. For shielding my heart when years felt long and answers felt slow. Thank You that I am still standing proof that Your power has held me every step of the way.
Lord, reveal the purpose for my waiting. Let the years not be wasted years. Let the delay be preparation, not punishment. Let the stretching become strengthening, and the longing become oil for my lamp.
Give me courage to wait well. Give me the kind of faith that sees beyond time, the kind of trust that looks beyond age, the kind of hope that refuses to bow to fear.
Align my appointed time with Yours. Heaven has a calendar. My life has a season. Lord, sync my moments with Your divine timing.
I receive every promise You have spoken even the ones that feel “out of time.” I receive every word You have whispered, every vision planted, every dream nurtured by Your Spirit. Let my life bear fruit in ways that only a faithful God can produce.
In the mighty name of Jesus Amen
Wells of Wonder 