Job isn’t waiting anymore.

I’m Not Waiting Anymore

I don’t know how to say this without sounding completely broken.

I’ve been waiting on God for so long that I can’t even remember when it started or why.

I can’t remember what I was originally waiting for.

The prayers have blurred together. The hope has worn thin. The “any day now” has turned into years.

And right now… I’m not waiting on nothing anymore.

I’m tired.

I’m broken.

I’m disappointed in a way that feels too heavy to carry nicely.

Everybody loves quoting the end of Job — the double blessing, the restoration, the happy ending.

But they don’t talk about the long, ugly middle where even the man who feared God starts wondering if the waiting is just another cruel joke.

I still believe God exists.

I just don’t know if He’s listening to me right now.

And I’m too exhausted to keep pretending I’m okay with the silence.

So today I’m saying it out loud:

I’m not waiting with excitement anymore.

I’m not holding my breath for the breakthrough.

I’m just here. Still breathing. Still in the pot. Still boiling.

Maybe one day something will shift.

Maybe it won’t.

Either way, I’m done forcing hope that feels fake.

My name is Job.

I’ve waited so long I forgot what I was waiting for.

And right now… I’m just trying to survive the waiting itself.

Still Building.

Even when I don’t know what I’m building toward anymore.

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