Waiting for God

Two years I sat in God’s waiting room. Two years I felt like he put me on hold. All my energy had drained. I was exhausted all the time and froze regularly mid-thought, finding myself holding a sock or hovering over an empty page. I suffered panic attacks attempting to organise a simple dinner for me and my husband as the entire process of tidying the kitchen, deciding what we were going to eat, shopping for ingredients, chopping them AND eventually cooking them proved just too much for my brain to process.

Waiting for God

Waiting for God

I am going to attempt to describe what happened, how God met me where I was and how he transformed my marriage, my perception of things and became more and more personal to me.

If you feel like you are in suspense, waiting to hear God speak, I invite you to join this journey to find out how to find the purpose for your time in God’s waiting room.

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