And Yet

What happens when nothing happens? No breakthrough. No revelation. No miraculous answer to prayer. Just life happening somewhere between the plot points—between the prayer and the answer, between knowing something needs to change and knowing what that change is supposed to be. I don't know what any of this means yet. Maybe that's why I'm writing it now instead of six months from now when I can tell you what it meant. Because maybe faith in the middle isn't certainty about what happens next. Maybe it's certainty about who is still there while I wait.