Waiting on the Lord During Trials: When God Says “Wait” and Means It
- meetgodattheedgeof
- Feb 11
- 3 min read
This testimony is brought to you by our Heavenly Father.
I love seeing the Lord’s hand at work—but lately it feels like these trials have been pushing me to the absolute limit. We’ve been declining financially for a while now, and we’re at the point where we’re just waiting for direction… a way out… or something to give.
It’s funny how the severity of my trials seems directly related to how thick my head can be.
So when I see someone getting wrecked by hardship, I can relate.
Last weekend, my family had a bunch of plans—as usual—and our normal Sunday routine of planning for the week ahead. That includes about 35 loads of laundry and endless folding.
As my wife was attacking the mountain of clothes, she noticed a small stream of water coming from under the washer.
“That’s new.”
It was Friday evening. As we talked about it, my first thought was, Of course it’s leaking. But almost immediately, I felt the Lord speak clearly to my heart:
“Wait.”
By Saturday, that small leak had turned into a lake in the garage.
I tried to assess the situation and quickly realized this was going to be painful. The washer sits in a tight little room in the garage with barely any space to work. I’d have to dig through piles of stuff just to pull it out—and then maybe, maybe, attempt a repair. On top of that, it was at least 11 years old. I started to feel like fixing it might be pointless, and that we might need to start looking for something new… or at least new to us.
The first few seconds of searching were incredibly discouraging. I couldn’t believe how expensive washers were—even the not-so-great ones. That familiar feeling started creeping in: There is no answer to this. A used washer we could afford would probably come with problems or be barely hanging on.
Once again, the storm in my mind was met by the Lord.
“Wait.”
This time, I listened.
I let it go. I stopped searching. I stopped talking about it. I stopped trying to fix it on my own. Sunday came and went with no resolution—but deep in my heart, I knew the Lord was going to provide.
This season of waiting on the Lord during trials wasn’t about the washer at all. It was about trust.
A friend stopped by, and as we talked through everything, it hit me: the Lord was teaching me patience. I’m the kind of person who sees a problem and fixes it immediately—especially if it’s something “essential.” But God was slowing me down, teaching me what it really means to be waiting on the Lord during trials, instead of rushing ahead of Him.
That conversation encouraged me deeply. I was ready to learn. Ready to wait.
Not long after, my wife got a phone call. I could tell by her voice—she was emotional, but in a good way.
Some people had heard about our situation… and they bought us a brand new washer and dryer.
I was stunned. Still am.
My Father came through. He kept His promise. When I trusted Him and released control, He handled it—far better than I ever could have. In the Lord’s timing, not mine, we received something that surpassed anything I could’ve done on my own.
This is what waiting on the Lord during trials looks like. It’s uncomfortable. It stretches you. But it proves—again and again—that He is faithful.
“Wait patiently for the Lord. Be brave and courageous. Yes, wait patiently for the Lord.”
Lesson learned, Father.
Thank You for one more day.
Amen.
