Wait For Me

A Note To The One Who Feels Left Behind

Marry at 25. Have kids a year after marriage. Have a job immediately after school. Have a side hustle. Build wealth in your 20s and 30s so when you get to 40 and above, you can rest.

That’s what they say.

Society hands us these invisible checklists:
Do this by 25. Do that by 30. Don’t be late. Don’t slow down.

But I wonder.

Who created these timelines?

We find ourselves in this loop where we chase and chase, trying to catch up.

But to what, exactly?

Again I ask…

Who put us in this position?

This position of constantly being on the move. This position where rest feels like rebellion.
Where “I’m figuring it out” sounds like failure. Where it seems to be a huge crime against one’s destiny to just pause and breathe.

Ugh.

We frustrate ourselves trying to meet up with some standard; one set by people we don’t even know. Proving things no one asked us to prove, to people who probably aren’t even watching.

We forget that we all have different lives, and as such, we’re meant to live them differently and at different paces.

We keep positioning ourselves on the timelines of cultural hand-me-downs and social constructs; Ideas shaped by culture, family expectations, societal trends, and sometimes even social media highlights.

We forget:

They aren’t absolute truths.

They’re more like silent scripts passed down through generations, reinforced by what we see others doing, or what we’re told we “should” be doing.

We forget that in life’s race, we all don’t get to start at the same time.

Yet we find ourselves on the tracks, running to meet up with someone whose life started years before ours.

So again I ask…

Who shot the gun?

Where even is the finish line?

We run. And keep running.

But you know what?

It’s okay to stop and have some water. It’s okay to rest. It’s okay to walk.

Life isn’t one-size-fits-all.

People bloom at different times.

Some find their purpose at 21, others at 41.

Some marry young, others later.

Some build businesses in their 20s, others in their 50s.

And all are valid.

We don’t always have to yell, “Wait for me!”

We can simply say, “I’m on my way.”

Take a moment and ask yourself: Whose pace am I running at? Is it truly mine, or borrowed from someone else’s story? What would change if I trusted God with my timeline?

Life seems so rushed these days.

Yeah… it really does feel rushed, doesn’t it?

This constant pressure to arrive. To prove you’re not falling behind. To have the perfect job, relationship, body, mindset, and five-year plan…all before 30. The perfect glow-up.

But when we slow down enough to breathe, we start to realize…

Maybe life isn’t meant to be a sprint.

Maybe it’s more like a walk with God, not a run ahaead of God.

A walk. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes still.

But always purposeful.

The world says “hurry.” God says “be still.”

The world says “you’re late.” God says “I’m preparing you.”

And honestly? That preparation matters more than the performance.

It’s okay to feel the weight of the rush, but it’s also okay to opt out of it.

To live intentionally, not frantically.

To not have to keep up, but just keep close.

To God.

To truth.

To your own pace.

To not have to yell “Wait for me!”

But simply say: “I’m on my way.”

And be at peace with it.

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And as for the timeline?

“This vision is for a future time. It describes the end, and it will be fulfilled. If it seems slow in coming, wait patiently, for it will surely take place. It will not be delayed.” Habakkuk 2:3 (NLT)

God is never late.

He’s just building something deeper; strength, trust, and timing.

“But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary,they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31 (NIV)

So, beloved take your time. Don’t rush the process.

You’re not behind.

You’re not forgotten.

And you’re not failing.

You’re becoming.

And if all you can say right now is: “I’m on my way.”

That’s more than enough.

With Love,

Favour.