The Wait and the Weep:

What Easter Resurrected in Me…

When the Story Hits Different

Easter has come and gone, but I’m still sitting with the impact of a new revelation—one that came from a story I’ve heard on repeat since childhood.

This year, I heard it differently. Maybe it’s because I’m in a season of waiting myself—waiting on an answer to a 15-year-old prayer. Through this lens, the resurrection story hit different. If I believe God can do anything, including raising His Son from the dead, then maybe my unanswered prayers have less to do with lacking faith—and more to do with learning to trust His timing over mine.

The Purpose in the Pause

God’s timing rarely makes sense to us. But He sees what we can’t. In John 11, when Jesus heard that His dear friend Lazarus was sick, He didn’t rush to his side. He waited.

He waited.

And I hate waiting. 

Even Jesus Wept

But something bigger was happening—something the disciples couldn’t yet see. Jesus knew the cross was coming. He knew His death would be devastating for His followers, so He used Lazarus' death to prepare their hearts. Lazarus died. He was wrapped, buried, and mourned. Just like Jesus would be. And when Jesus heard Lazarus had died—even knowing He would soon raise him—He still wept.

That moment matters. Jesus didn’t skip the pain. He walked through it. He let His best friend die. Not out of indifference, but out of purpose—to show us a lesson He didn’t want us to forget.

Even when we don’t understand what is happening, God is good.
Even when the promise hasn’t come, He is still with us.

God doesn’t change in the waiting—and neither should our faith.

I believe God can give me a fourth child. I believe He still can, even if He hasn’t yet. But it’s the waiting that wears me down. I remind myself of the miracles He’s already done—my three children, the answered prayers I’ve witnessed—but sometimes I still feel angry.

The Lesson in Lazarus

So, why did the story of Lazarus change the way I wait?

Because I realized I wasn’t trusting God’s timing. Deep down, my heart believed the wait meant He wasn’t good. I couldn’t see the point. But Jesus saw the point. He used Lazarus’ story to help His disciples believe He could raise Himself from the dead. It was a gracious, powerful preparation. And still—Peter doubted. Still—Peter denied Him three times.

My Honest Confession

So here’s my confession:
I’ve doubted God’s goodness in my waiting.
In my mind, He would only be good if He gave me what I asked for.

But today, I stand forgiven for my lack of faith.
And I stand equipped—with a new kind of faith.
A faith for the waiting.

What are you waiting for? And how is God meeting you in it?