The Tension Of Transition

Seasons have changed. It’s spring now, and summer is just around the corner. In the same way that nature moves through cycles, so do we. Lately, I’ve become acutely aware that I’m in the final stretch of a long season of transition.

For the last five years, the Lord has had me in a divine process of pruning, refining, and preparing me for what’s next. Recently, He invited me to pause and take stock-to sit with Him and do a kind of SWOT analysis of my journey so far: what’s working, what’s not, where the opportunities lie, and what internal threats I still need to bring before Him.

Through this time of reflection, I realized something deeply personal: I’m not just in transition-I’m at the tense end of it. This is the space where you’re no longer where you were but not quite holding what’s next. It’s the part that feels the most intense, uncertain, and emotionally charged. The best way I can describe it? It feels like a pregnant woman in the final two weeks of her third trimester. The promise is near. The baby is full-term. The birth signs are starting to show, but the process isn’t quite over. There’s discomfort. Sleepless nights. Nesting. Urgency. And a deep desire to finally see what you’ve been carrying for so long.

God has already deposited everything in me for the next season. Like a baker, He has already mixed the necessary ingredients, but the yeast hasn’t completed its work. The dough still hasn’t risen to its full capacity. You can’t rush that part. If you do, the bun won’t come out right.

Frustration has been a real emotion. Not because I don’t believe in God- I do. I know what He has said about me. I’ve contended for the promises and prophecies. I’ve labored in prayer, tears, obedience, and surrender. But nothing seems to be moving in the physical realm. I keep asking, “God, when will I see it? When will I hold what I’ve been carrying?”

Then there’s the fear of inadequacy. As much as I long for the promise, there’s this quiet question in my mind: “Will I be able to handle it when it comes?” Much like new mothers who long to hold their child, only to be met with the reality of sleepless nights and the weight of responsibility.This is the tension of transition- the anticipation of joy and the weight of change.

And maybe you’re here too. Feeling the contractions and sensing the nearness. You can see some semblance of a rising dough. But you don’t quite see the whole picture yet. If so, take heart. The tension doesn’t mean something is wrong; it means something is about to be born. The wrestling is refining.  The discomfort is confirmation, not a contradiction. The ‘wait’ is not denial; it’s the space where your trust in God is deepened and character is forged. God wastes nothing in the transition. He’s not just preparing it for you- He’s preparing you for it.  Hold steady. Stay in position. Wait well.