Because sometimes, the stops are part of the story
Nothing tests your patience (or your faith) like a train that keeps stopping when you’re already late. There I was, on my way to West Side Story, tap card malfunctioning, credit card denying my top-up, train jerking forward then halting again like it couldn’t make up its mind. By the time the conductor switched shifts, I was convinced we’d be stuck underground forever.
But somehow, we still made it just in time. Not early, not calm but right on cue. And isn’t that how grace often works? It rarely runs on our schedule, but it always gets us where we need to be.
The Frustration Before the Blessing
I could feel my stress rising with every red light and delay. I wanted to get to the theater, sit down, and exhale but the universe had other plans. In those moments, my inner monologue sounded less like a saint and more like someone praying, “Lord, please just let me get there.”
But somewhere between the stop-and-go and the sighing, I started noticing the rhythm of it all, the pauses, the waiting, the collective impatience of strangers. I realized how much of life feels like that: slow, inconvenient, out of sync with our expectations. Yet still moving.
Maybe that’s the point.
Maybe grace is what fills the space between where we are and where we’re meant to be.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 reminds us, “He has made everything beautiful in its time.” Not our time. His.
Just in Time: The Gospel of Delays
When we finally reached the Opera House, I slipped into my seat right as the lights dimmed. My heart was racing, my hair probably disheveled, but I made it. Grace in motion.
Sitting there, catching my breath, I thought about how often I’ve lived this pattern before, panicking, doubting, rushing, only to realize later that everything unfolded exactly as it needed to.
As theologian Frederick Buechner once said, “Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.”
The train delays weren’t the problem. My fear of missing out on something meaningful was. But grace doesn’t cancel the beautiful; it reorders it.
Maybe the miracle isn’t that we arrive early, it’s that we arrive with perspective.
Romans 8:28 whispers, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him.” Even in metro malfunctions. Even in missed connections. Even in moments when we think we’ve fallen behind.
When Plans Fall Apart (and God Shows Up Anyway)
There’s a rhythm to grace that we rarely recognize while we’re living it. I’ve seen it in so many areas of my life, relationships that ended, jobs that closed, moments that felt like derailments but turned out to be redirections.
C.S. Lewis once said, “Getting what you want is not nearly as important as wanting what you get.” Maybe that’s what faith really is: learning to want what God allows, trusting that every pause carries purpose.
Looking back, I think about all the times I felt delayed, emotionally, relationally, spiritually, and how those pauses shaped me more than any moment of motion ever did. Waiting, it turns out, is holy ground.
Isaiah 40:31 says, “But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles.” Waiting isn’t wasted time—it’s strengthening time.
Soul Insights
1. Grace doesn’t rush.
Grace never panics. It doesn’t hurry to impress or scramble to fix what only time can heal. The moments that feel delayed are often divine appointments disguised as inconvenience. God uses the slow spaces to fine-tune our awareness, to stretch our trust beyond the edges of control. What looks like a pause in your story might actually be God aligning the next chapter.
2. Control is the illusion we cling to when faith feels quiet.
We grip the wheel because silence makes us uneasy. Yet every time we try to force motion, we interfere with the very process designed to grow us. Letting go isn’t failure—it’s surrender to the rhythm of grace. The train moves even when you stop pushing. And maybe that’s what trust really is: releasing the illusion that you’re in charge of the timetable.
3. God’s timing is rarely convenient, but always complete.
His schedule doesn’t cater to our comfort; it shapes our character. When we’re tempted to question the delay, He’s quietly preparing the destination. What feels like divine slowness is often mercy, protection from what we’re not yet ready to handle. God never wastes a waiting season; He perfects it. And when the door finally opens, we realize why it couldn’t have opened a moment sooner.
4. Gratitude grows best in hindsight.
It’s hard to give thanks in the middle of the storm when all we see are obstacles. But once the clouds clear, we start to see how God was weaving beauty into every detour. Gratitude reframes memory. It turns frustration into fuel and disappointment into depth. Every delay contains a hidden kindness, and every “not yet” becomes a future “thank you.” The more we practice remembering, the more we recognize grace was never late, it was layered.
5. Faith walks, even when the way halts.
Faith doesn’t freeze when progress slows. It keeps moving in small, steady steps, trusting that motion isn’t the measure—obedience is. Sometimes walking by faith means staying still and believing that stillness itself is sacred movement. God honors the ones who remain when nothing seems to shift. Because faith that stands in the pause will run with power when the light turns green again.
Final Thoughts
Tonight reminded me that life isn’t about perfect arrivals but about showing up, messy and human, and trusting that God has been steering the route all along.
Grace isn’t something that floats above our days; it rides the same shaky trains we do. It sits with us in the delays, whispers peace into frustration, and somehow still gets us where we’re meant to go, right on time.
Your Turn
Think back to a time when something didn’t go as planned.
Now ask yourself: What did grace teach me there?
Write it down. Name the lesson. Because once you see the beauty in your delays, you’ll realize you were never late. You were being led.
© 2025 Amelie Chambord
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