When “how long” still sounds like praise

Sunday I made a public declaration that God was resurrecting my life and my song. These last few days have tested that declaration, and I’ve found myself crying out, “How long, God?”

But today I realized something I don’t think I fully understood before…

I can cry out “how long” not because I’m hopeless, but because I have hope. I’ve seen His goodness and mercy at work in my life before. And that past goodness has become my present strength.

My worship in the waiting isn’t denial.
It’s warfare.
It’s choosing devotion without resolution.

Right now, in real time, I’m learning that becoming doesn’t always feel like progress. It feels at times like grief, stretching, and unanswered prayers sitting side by side.

But the silence is not a sentence. It’s a sanctuary.

Therefore… Yet will I praise Him!