When Time Slips Through Our Fingers: Trusting God in the In-Between

 


There’s a quiet in this season. A pause between the first smile and the first step. A sacred stillness before the rush of toddlerhood begins.

My baby isn’t walking yet. Not crawling either. And yet—I feel it.
Time, like water, slipping through my fingers.

The baby stage, once brand new, is now filled with well-worn rhythms and familiar lullabies. The swaddles have been traded for rolling and scooting, the sleepy newborn sighs replaced with belly laughs and babbles. I know what’s coming next. It’s just around the corner. And while I rejoice in every milestone, I can’t help but want to hold this moment just a little longer.

It’s like standing in a doorway—one foot still in the softness of infancy, the other preparing to step into the whirlwind of toddlerhood. And it hits me: these days will never come again.

But here’s what brings peace to my heart: this mission—this holy calling of motherhood—was entrusted to me by God Himself.
This child, this season, this slow and sacred unfolding of time, is not a surprise to Him. He’s woven every moment together with purpose.

When I look at my baby—still learning, still growing, still needing me for everything—I’m reminded that I am still growing too. And in the waiting, in the in-between, God is preparing both of us.

He’s teaching me patience through the pause.
He’s teaching me trust when progress isn’t visible.
He’s teaching me to be present, even when the pace is slow.

Because it’s not about rushing to the next milestone. It’s about recognizing that every quiet moment is part of the mission.
The rocking.
The feeding.
The waiting.
The praying.

All of it is ministry.

So to the mama who’s watching time tiptoe forward, even when milestones seem slow to come—you are doing holy work. And even if your baby isn’t crawling or walking yet, God is still moving. In you. In them. In the quiet.

Let’s hold on to this fleeting season with open hands and trusting hearts. Knowing that while time may slip away, purpose never does.

🌿 Stay rooted, Mama. This is sacred ground.

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