That night, Peju couldn’t hold it in anymore.
The tears came without warning-hot, heavy, uncontrollable.
I knelt beside my bed, not with bold faith this time, but with a broken heart.
I cried.
I prayed.
I begged.
“Lord, please… just this one thing.”
But the heavens stayed silent.
No sign.
No shift.
Just quiet.
I remember staring into the darkness, whispering, “God, are You still listening?”
Because how do you keep believing when nothing seems to move?
How do you keep praying when your words feel like echoes that never return?
It wasn’t that I stopped believing, I was just tired.
Tired of holding on.
Tired of explaining to people why things still weren’t changing.
Tired of pretending that I wasn’t breaking inside.
You see, no one talks enough about the waiting room of faith —
that sacred space between prayer and manifestation,
where silence feels like rejection,
but it’s really preparation.
In that quiet pain, God didn’t answer my prayer the way I wanted
but He answered me.
He strengthened the parts of me I didn’t know were weak.
He taught me to sit in the dark and still trust that the sun would rise again.
Sometimes, God won’t remove the storm- He’ll steady you through it.
Sometimes, He won’t change the situation- He’ll change you inside it.
I cried and prayed in distress,
and though nothing seemed to happen then,
looking back now, I realize something was happening,
I was becoming.
So if you’re there right now,
in that space of unanswered prayers and heavy silence,
don’t give up.
You’re not forgotten.
He hears even when He’s quiet.
And one day, you’ll look back and say,
“God didn’t fail me- He was just working in a way I couldn’t see.”
Temilade Alokan
Light Lamp
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