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When Longing Feels Like Forever: Finding Hope in the Season of Waiting

“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.” — Proverbs 13:12

There are seasons that come and go, and there are seasons which just never seem to end. Have you ever felt like you’re stuck in a season that just won’t end? Maybe it’s a season of waiting for healing, a breakthrough in a relationship, or an ongoing problem that needs resolving. 

At first, you hold on to hope. You pray. You believe that Spring is just around the corner. But as time passes by and answers seem distant, hope feels like an eternal Winter.

The writer of Proverbs knew this experience well. “Hope deferred makes the heart sick.” This verse speaks to that ache deep down within us when the thing we long for is not happening. Over and over again. The waiting is unbearable. It’s not just disappointment—it’s a weariness of the soul.

Folks, my soul is so weary. 

But the verse doesn’t stop there. It offers hope: “A longing fulfilled is a tree of life.” When our hope is realised, it’s like new life springing forth, renewing our spirit in a way that keeps us going. However, when we are in that season of waiting, it’s almost impossible to see how that tree of life will ever grow.

The Season of Waiting

The Bible is filled with stories of people who experienced long seasons of waiting. Abraham waited decades for the son that God promised him. Moses had to wait 40 years before leading the nation of Israel out of Egyptian captivity. When Jesus finally came, even He had to wait 30 years before His purpose and promise was fully realised. 

Waiting often feels like wandering through a wilderness without a map. We question God’s timing. We wonder if He has forgotten us. Yet, the very nature of longing brings a deeper truth: we were created to desire something greater than this broken world can offer.

The Hope of Christmas

Candle of Hope
Candle of Hope

So, where is this hope? (Spoiler alert – This is where Christmas comes in). The birth of Jesus is God’s ultimate answer to the long-held hopes of His people. For centuries, they longed for rescue. And here it comes, in a quiet stable in Bethlehem, their hope was realised. Jesus is the reminder that even when we don’t see it, God is always working to fulfil His purpose.

Christmas reminds us that no season of waiting is permanent. The same God who sent His Son into the world sees our waiting and our longing. While the solution may not arrive in the way or the timing we expect, the hope of Jesus is the tree of life we can cling to even in the longest, hardest seasons.

Holding on to Hope

As we celebrate Christmas, let’s allow the joy of Christ’s arrival to remind us that our longing isn’t forever. Our hope is not in circumstances, but in the unshakable truth that God is with us—Emmanuel. Even when we can’t yet see the tree of life, we can trust that it is growing, rooted in the promises of the One who came to give us eternal hope.

This Christmas, may you find peace in knowing that your longing is seen, your hope is not forgotten, and the God who fulfilled the ultimate promise will bring new life to your heart once again.


This post was originally written for the Five Minute Friday Community. This is where a number of writers gather for a weekly writing challenge around a single word prompt. We write to our hearts content, but only for five minutes (or there about).

This weeks word prompt is ‘long’. Click here if you want to see what other people wrote. You can also have a go yourself. What do you think of when you hear the word ‘long ’?

Absent Minded

“How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?”
Psalm 13:1


I long for the void of what seems like an absent God to be fulfilled. It feels like God has either forgotten me, or he has turned his back against me. I know I have been taught God knows everything and never forgets me, but it’s not what I feel right now. Maybe the medication I am on is dulling my senses and this is the reason why I don’t feel God is around me anymore? 

I know, as Christians, we go through seasons where we feel far from God. This is not a new phenomenon. It was the same with David in this Psalm, it’s the same with me, and I’m sure it is the same for many people reading this. (Do I hear a “hell, yeah!”) 

It’s like sending a text message to someone, seeing they have read it and then they don’t answer. 

Why don’t they answer? 

Are they ignoring me? 

Have I done something to upset them? 

Do they not want to know me anymore? 

Am I being abandoned?

These are the thoughts that go through my head. Working through these seasons where we feel God is ignoring us is not easy. Especially when feelings of being abandoned are conjured up. Memories from our childhood start to surface. Before we know it, we are consumed with what has happened in our past instead of what is going on now, or thinking of what the future holds. 

It’s an ever decreasing spiral, and one that takes  a lot of mental energy to turn around. Believe me, I know! I have been in a deep valley for a while now wondering if I will ever be on top of the mountain again. Where is God when I need Him? Where is He when all I see is a dead place? 

Through gentle words of loving people, I have realised that I’ve acclimatised myself to these uncomfortable places. 

I am the one who is absent. 

I need to climb out of this deep valley in order to be more present with the One who I feel is absent. It’s not going to be easy, but I know it’s not impossible. I know, because I caught a glimpse of it last week when I went out for a walk with my family. 

I stood at the top of the hill we had just climbed looking out for miles on end. For the first time in ages, I felt where God was. He was there all along…and He was just waiting for me to find Him. Well, for a moment, I found Him on that day. And this gives me hope to keep on climbing. 


Absent

This post was written for the Five Minute Friday Community. A number of writers gather for a weekly writing challenge around a single word prompt and write to our hearts content, but only for five minutes (or their abouts).

This weeks word prompt is ‘absence’. Click here if you want to see what other people wrote. You can also have a go yourself. What do you think of when you hear the word ‘absence’?

City on a Hill

City on a Hill

We live in a mixed up world where light and darkness exists at the same time. All around us we have both good and bad things going on. Picture the homeless man sitting on the sidewalk because he was evicted from his home. This coexists with a stranger offering him some food as he walks by him. The darkness alongside the light.

God wants to use us so much. He wants us to be a light so we will shine into the darkness of people’s lives. He wants us to be like a city on a hill for all to see. 

God wants to use us so much. He wants us to be a light so we will shine into the darkness of people’s lives. Share on X
City on a Hill
But what happens if we feel we are not bright enough to shine because we have hidden dark areas in our own life?

For a while I use to think I was unfit to represent a light from God. I always thought I had to be perfect. After all, who wants to receive hope from someone who doesn’t have all their shit together? 

I use to look at other people in ministry and see how perfect and together they were. I thought I had to be like them in order to minister to other people. It felt like I came up short compared to everyone else. 

It’s taken me a while, but I have realised that I don’t need to be perfect to show others what the light can look like in the darkness. God isn’t calling us to have all our shit figured out before we can serve Him. The people in this world are not daft. They can see when Christianity looks fake and they won’t want any part of it. 

What the people of the world needs to see when they are in their deepest, darkest places are people who show courageous vulnerability. They need people who are honest with what they show in their lives. When the world sees this, they see the light of God within us. 

So, here I am, with the rough edges I have and the darkness I carry. I’m ready to be the city on a hill for all to see. 

Suggested listening 

City on a Hill by Nick & Becky Drake


This post was written for the Five Minute Friday Community. A number of writers gather for a weekly writing challenge around a single word prompt and write to our hearts content, but only for five minutes (or there abouts).

This weeks word prompt is ‘city’. Click here if you want to see what other people wrote. You can also have a go yourself. What do you think of when you hear the word ‘city ’?

Desperate to be Loved

Growing up, something felt missing. That feeling lasted throughout my childhood and well into my teens. It was that deep connection we want with other people. For me, it seemed that everywhere I turned I experienced some form of rejection. As I got older, finding a connection became harder. I was desperate to be loved.

As well as the sexual abuse I suffered, which I wrote about in my previous post, I also experienced bullying throughout the majority of my school life.  It didn’t matter what I did, I didn’t seem to fit in. It was almost like my “friends” new the dark secret I was keeping. They thought I was unclean and they didn’t want anything to do with me. 

I felt like I had no where to turn. I was so desperate to make friends. Even within the church I felt like an outsider. Well, who wants to be friends with the pastors kid? 

I was so desperate to be loved. 

Maybe that’s why I ended up experiencing this warped version of love when I was being abused. This then carried on into my teens with the countless boyfriends I had. With what I had been through, I was so ashamed of myself that I didn’t know love could be something enjoyable. 

I wish I knew back then what I know now. I didn’t need to be so desperate for someone to love me. Guess what? I am already loved. Just as I am. I don’t need to do anything else extra. 

Desperate to be Loved

There is nothing in our past, in our present, or even in our future, that can keep us from the love which God has for us. 


This post was written for the Five Minute Friday Community. A number of writers gather for a weekly writing challenge around a single word prompt and write to our hearts content, but only for five minutes (or there abouts).

This weeks word prompt is ‘desperate’. Click here if you want to see what other people wrote. You can also have a go yourself. What do you think of when you hear the word ‘desperate ’?

Choosing to Heal to Lift Others

Choosing to Heal to Lift Others
Choosing to Heal to Lift Others

I am taking part this week in the Five Minute Friday word prompt. This is where a single word is given and you write whatever comes into your head about this word. Sometimes nothing comes into my head, so I don’t always take part. Other times I might think of something, but never get 5 minutes to write. When I do write, however, it is because I have something on my heart which I would like to share. 

This weeks word prompt is one of those moments where I felt prompted to share with you. The word prompt for this week is ‘lift’. (Read here to see what other people wrote). In a nutshell, when I think of the word lift, I think of how we can bring hope to other people. This is my rambling thought for this week…

Lift
Lift – Five Minute Friday Word Prompt
⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

I share content that may trigger some memories for you. If that is the case, then please seek some help if necessary, and be kind to yourself.


As a childhood sexual abuse survivor, every day I make the decision to heal from the impact of the abuse I suffered. Some days are easier than others and I can process some of the shit that goes around in my head. Other days I just choose not to deal with it. Sometimes it is easier to “box and shelve” it rather than open it up and make a mess everywhere. Then there are the days when everything spills everywhere anyway and I end up in a mess.

Either way, I wake up each morning facing the same decision to make…do I want to heal? And my answer is always yes! Why? Because I want to be able to lift other people up and bring hope to those who have been through similar experiences. I want to be a voice for those who do not have a voice. I want to show to others that it is possible to live after suffering something so traumatic. 

“Bless the world with your mind, heal the world with your heart, lift the world with your soul; elevate the world with your life.”

Matshona Dhliwayo

It’s not been easy

This healing journey I’ve been on has been a challenge. Some days have been so dark it’s been hard to see the light. I’ve often wondered if all this is worth it, fighting for what is right. But when I look at my children, I realise it is. I would never want them to experience what I experienced as a child growing up. No child should experience abuse, in whatever form. 

If speaking out helps a child to say stop, or lifts up an adult to see hope, then it is totally worth going through the pain of healing. I couldn’t have gotten through this healing process though if it wasn’t for my faith, and also the unwavering support of my husband lifting me up. Without these, I wouldn’t have had the grace, strength and perseverance to continue. 

If speaking out helps a child to say stop, or lifts up an adult to see hope, then it is totally worth going through the pain of healing. Share on X