WHEN THE WAITING ROOM FEELS LIKE A PRISON
I’ve been sitting with the next piece of Leviticus 13 and — honestly? It’s still weird. After the priest inspects the suspicious spot, they often put the person in isolation for seven days. And sometimes another seven. (Hello, quarantine before quarantine was cool.)
I wrestled with this: Why does God make them wait?
Here’s what I see: sometimes, the waiting room isn’t punishment — it’s protection. It’s mercy. It’s space to reveal what’s under the surface so it can be dealt with before it spreads. Sound familiar? God still pulls us aside sometimes. Away from noise, away from the crowd, away from what we cling to. Not to shame us — but to heal us deeper than we’d ever ask for ourselves.
In the waiting, He’s working. In the hidden place, He’s holy.
TODAY’S CHALLENGE: IF YOU FEEL STUCK IN A “QUARANTINE SEASON” — TRUST THE ONE WHO HOLDS YOU APART. LET HIM DO THE DEEPER WORK. (PSALM 27:14)
Onward,
Chari