While You're Waiting, God Is Working: When My Waiting Season Began (Part 1)

A/N: This post is dedicated to my dad. Throughout this journey, he has been steady, patient, and present—helping me prepare, encouraging me when I doubted myself, and reminding me that I’m not walking this journey alone. Thank you for always being there for me and supporting me, no matter where you are. I love you, Dad.

I remember sitting in church back when I used to attend Life.Church years ago -- shout to Life.Church Wellington campus -- listening to Pastor Craig Groeschel preach part three of his sermon series called Missing Peace.

During the message, he said something that stuck with me long after the sermon ended:

"While you're waiting, God is working. He may be working it, He may be working on you."

 Honestly... what he said couldn't be truer.

We often treat waiting seasons like it's something that we have to fix.

As if they are delays or punishments.

Like, there is proof that God forgot about us and He has left us high and dry.

So what do we do? We rush.

We rush God. We rush the decisions. We rush to try to open doors that are meant to be closed for a reason.

And when things don't go in the way that we plan, frustration creeps in.

Disappointment sets in.

We start asking God, "Where are you? Can't You hear me?"

You're probably waiting for that job. That future spouse. That breakthrough. That healing. The next chapter.

Trust me -- I've been there.

What I didn't realize then was how real those words would eventually become in my own life.

Because sometimes waiting isn’t just a message you hear in church.

Sometimes it becomes the season you’re living in.

To explain what I mean, we have to go back to April 2025.

I had just wrapped up an incredible post-grad internship with a Christian non-profit called OneHope. I served as a Communication Intern, where I learned everything from content writing to marketing, using my gifts to help reach the next generation to Christ--especially kids who don't have access or haven't heard of the Gospel in various countries. I was able to grow within my creative skills and be part of something bigger than myself.

From January to April, I was part of the Spring Cohort alongside four other interns, and it was one of those seasons where I just knew it was exactly where God placed me. Hanging out and fellowshipping with the other interns -- many pickleball nights and going to Chili's after, (it was a tradition at this point), movie nights, game nights, having development days on Fridays.

I was growing. Learning. Thriving. Building community.

A beautiful season of growth, purpose, and community at OneHope. Grateful for where God placed me and the people He placed me with.

I really believed something would line up after. But it never came.

Instead, I felt like I had been placed in a waiting room. Not moving forward. Not stepping into anything new. Just waiting for God to show me what was next.

I kept praying for clarity, answers, a door to open at least ajar.

But all I was met with was silence.

So I did what anyone would do -- I started applying for jobs.

And can I just say? Applying for jobs is basically a full-time job itself.

Everyday I was bouncing between LinkedIn and Indeed, refreshing pages, editing my resume and my portfolio, submitting application after application -- in which some were in-person and some were remote. just hoping something--- anything--- would stick.

It was exhausting.

Even with the help of my dad, we created an Excel spreadsheet to track every single job that I applied for -- whether it was in progress or already rejected.

Doing that for a while, it made me feel like I had a little bit more of control. If I could stay organized just enough, maybe something would pop up.

But still nothing.

Before I knew it, applying for jobs became my full-time job.

I'd wake up at 6 a.m. to take care of my dog Bam, go to the gym, come home, make a cup of coffee, and spend time with God during my quiet time. Then it was straight into applications.

Apply.

Lunch break.

Apply again.

A quick 20-minute power nap.

Then right back to applying again until dinner.

It was the same cycle every single day.

Then sometime in June, I came across a job posting for Palm Beach Atlantic for a Creative Content Coordinator position. The second I read the description, my eyes lit up.

Creating content. Writing. Storytelling. And at a private Christian University?

I was like, "SIGN. ME. UP."

It felt so aligned with everything I loved doing and everything that I had worked hard for.

But at the same time, I was a little nervous in applying for the job. After months of receiving rejection emails, I had grown quite numb to the whole process. Every application felt the same --- submit it and expect nothing. So even though this one felt different, I tried to not get my hopes up.

I applied...and waited. Constantly checking my email half expecting another rejection email.

But I got something totally different. I got an email asking me if they would move forward with my application for a 30-minute phone interview. And for the first time in months, it felt like the door was finally starting to open.

Preparing for the phone interview was something that I was quite nervous for. Like, stomach-in-knots nervous.

And when I thought about the one person would be able to help me prepare and give me the best tips and tricks to nail this phone interview, there was really only one person I wanted to call.

My dad.

He has always been my biggest supporter --- the kind of dad who genuinely wants to see his kids succeed. The hardest-working person I know, always sacrificing and showing up for our family without having to think twice.

He works in New York during the week, but without a doubt still comes home every single weekend just to spend time with us -- Friday night to Sunday evening, every week.

That's just who he is.

So you can imagine, me calling my dad on a Monday, letting him know that they wanted to move me forward in the application process. He didn't hesitate to help me for a second. He asked me what day would be best to schedule the phone interview so we'd have enough time to prepare. I pushed the interview to the following week, and we got straight to work.

We researched the school, went over the job description, and even wrote down and practiced potential questions. He helped me think through and write down my answers so I wouldn't just respond, but I would respond with confidence and clarity in a strong candidate they were looking for.

Once I had enough research, I was able to review the potential questions, and before I knew it, I was prepared for the phone interview I had scheduled for the morning.

Waking up on the day of my phone interview, I didn't have a stomach-in-knots feeling anymore. I had this sense of calmness and security that God was going to be with me throughout the phone interview. And that support that I had with my dad, didn't stop there. My uncle Cassius heard about my phone interview and called me early in the morning to pray over me and wish me luck. Not to mention, my dad called me (all the way in New York) to wish me luck and to call him back to tell him how I did.

Going into the phone interview, I felt surprisingly confident. The words flowed naturally as I talked through my experience clearly, shared my why behind my work, and shared my story without stumbling over my words. At that point I wasn't trying to convince them that I was qualified.

I knew I was.

When the phone interview wrapped up, I just had this peaceful and confident feeling that I was moving on to the next round.

A few hours later, after taking Bam out for his afternoon walk, I felt this small nudge to check my email, just in case.

Opening my inbox, there it was.

An email from someone on the Advancement team asking if they could schedule a phone interview.

I immediately called my dad to tell him everything -- how the interview went and how they already wanted to move me forward. Since it was heading into the Fourth of July weekend, he suggested we wait and schedule it for the following week so we'd have time to prepare again.

Once again... another door opened.

The phone interview felt different, though.

I was definitely more nervous than the first one. This time, it wasn't just one person --- it was a three-way call with two members of the Advancement team... the two very people I might actually be working alongside.

Suddenly, it felt more real.

More personal.

Things were at higher stakes.

But once again, my dad stepped in being calm, steady, and reassuring me that all we needed to do was prepare.

So that's exactly what we did.

We went over my resume, talked through potential questions they might ask, practiced strategic answers, and even brainstormed thoughtful questions I could ask them in the end. By the time we finished, I didn't feel panicked anymore.

I felt ready.

Fast forward to the day of the phone interview, and just like before, that same steady peace showed up.

The nerves disappeared.

I answered confidently, spoke clearly about my experience, and shared the work I've done in a way that truly reflcted my strengths.

The next day, I woke up with that familiar mix of anticipation and hope. I checked my email almost instantly. And when I opened it, my heart dropped -- in the best way.

An email from the Advancement team inviting me to come meet me for an in-person interview. At Palm Beach Atlantic.

I ran straight to my parents' phone in hand, half screaming, half laughing, showing my mom the email. After months of waiting. Things were finally moving into place. She immediately called my dad so that I could tell him. It felt like such a family win.

I scheduled it for the following week, but deep down, something shifted.

This time, I felt truly ready.