“I wait for the LORD, my soul does wait, And in His word do I hope. My soul waits for the Lord. More than the watchmen for the morning; Indeed, more than the watchmen for the morning.” Psalm 130:5-6

First, let me apologize that this week’s devotion is late. I have been working on these thoughts for the last few days but honestly, I was having a hard time finishing them.

Because I was still living them.

Early Sunday morning, around 4:30 a.m., my daughter’s labor started with grandbaby #3. And then we waited…And waited…And waited some more.

I had Haven and Colt with me. They were so excited about meeting their new baby sister but mixed in with that excitement were plenty of questions.

Where is Mommy?

Is Mommy okay?

When is the baby going to be here?

And, of course, the question I heard approximately 4,327 times:

Have you heard from mommy yet?

And they weren’t the only ones asking.

My phone was filled with texts from family and friends who love my daughter and were anxiously waiting too.

Any news?

Any updates?

Is the baby here yet?

And over and over, my answer was the same: Not yet.

I wanted an update just as badly as everyone else did.

This was my daughter. She was going through something incredibly difficult, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

I couldn’t labor for her.

I couldn’t make things progress.

I couldn’t make the baby come.

I couldn’t even answer the questions of two little ones who were looking to me for reassurance, because the truth was, Omo (that’s what they call me 😊) didn’t know much more than they did.

All I could do was wait. And I don’t know about you, but I’m not particularly good at that.

We like information. We like progress. We like knowing what is happening and what comes next. And when something involves someone we love, we especially want something we can do.

But sometimes there simply isn’t anything to do. Sometimes we have to wait.

As I waited Sunday and then through the night into Monday, I thought about these words from Psalm 130: “I wait for the LORD, my soul does wait, And in His word do I hope. My soul waits for the Lord. More than the watchmen for the morning; Indeed, more than the watchmen for the morning.”

More than the watchmen for the morning.

That picture suddenly felt very real to me. A watchman could watch for morning, but he couldn’t make morning come. He couldn’t hurry the sun over the horizon. He couldn’t shorten the darkness. He could only remain where he was, keep watch, and trust that morning was coming—even when he couldn’t see it yet.

And somewhere in all that waiting, I realized how often I want God to give me an update.

Lord, what are You doing?

How much longer?

Is everything going to be okay?

When is this going to change?

Could You please just let me know what is happening?

Maybe you’ve asked some of those questions too. But Psalm 130 doesn’t say, “I wait for the Lord because I understand what He is doing.”

It says: “I wait for the LORD…and in His word do I hope.”

Our confidence isn’t supposed to come from having enough information. Our confidence comes from knowing the One we are waiting on.

And then I looked at Haven and Colt.

They had no idea what was happening at the hospital. They didn’t understand why Mommy had been gone so long. They certainly didn’t understand everything involved in bringing their little sister into the world.

So, they kept coming to me. They asked their questions. Sometimes I had an answer. Most of the time I didn’t. But even when I couldn’t tell them when Mommy would be home or when their sister would arrive, I could tell them that she would arrive eventually, and they knew they could trust me and were safe with me.

And I thought about how much we are like that with our Heavenly Father. We come to Him asking:

What is happening?

How much longer?

What are You doing?

And God doesn’t always give us the explanation we’re looking for. But He gives us Himself.

Sometimes faith isn’t God saying, “Here is exactly what is happening and how this is all going to work out.” Sometimes faith is simply knowing: I may not know what is happening, but I know the One who does.

There are times in our lives when all we can do is stand like that watchman and wait for morning.

Maybe you’re there right now.

Maybe you’re waiting for test results.

Maybe you’re waiting for a relationship to be restored.

Maybe you’re waiting for a child to come home.

Maybe you’re waiting for a financial situation to change.

Maybe you’ve been praying the same prayer for so long that you’re tired of praying it.

Maybe people keep asking you, “Any news?” and all you can say is: “Not yet.”

Dear sister, not yet does not mean never. And waiting does not mean God has abandoned you. The watchman standing in the darkness doesn’t have to wonder whether morning exists. He simply hasn’t seen it yet.

And sometimes faith looks like waiting through the night for a morning you cannot hurry.

Last night, I finally got my morning. At 8:43 p.m., after nearly forty-one hours of waiting, our sweet baby Madilynn finally made her appearance.

The text we had all been waiting for finally came. She was here. And suddenly I could answer those questions.

Yes, Mommy is okay.

Yes, the baby is here.

Yes, you have a new little sister.

There was finally news to share.

But here’s what I don’t want to miss: God was no more faithful at 8:43 p.m. Monday than He had been at 4:30 a.m. Sunday.

He was faithful when we had answers. And He was faithful when we didn’t. He was present when the waiting began. He was present through every long hour in between. And He was present when Madilynn finally arrived.

The answer didn’t make God faithful. The waiting taught me to recognize that He already was.

So if you’re still standing watch this morning, don’t mistake the darkness for God’s absence.

You may not be able to hurry the morning. You may not know when the answer will come. You may still have to say, “Not yet.” But you can trust the One who is with you while you wait.

Morning is coming.

And until it does, keep watching.

Keep praying.

Keep hoping.

And keep resting in the One who can see what you cannot.

Your Heart Sister,
Mikki 💜

God’s faithfulness isn’t proven by the answer we receive; it is the truth we can rest in while we wait.

Father, waiting is hard. We want answers, timelines, and reassurance. Help us trust You when You don’t give us those things. Remind us that Your silence is not Your absence and that Your faithfulness does not depend on our ability to see what You are doing. For the woman who is waiting today, give her strength for another hour, another day, another prayer. Help her place her hope not in the answer she waits for, but in You. Teach us to wait like watchmen for the morning—confident that even in the darkness, You are there. In Jesus name we pray, Amen.