The Workstation I Prayed For

I dreamed of a workstation. A wide desk. A window beside it. A violet-painted room. A computer that did not hang in the middle of a client call.

I worked for three years before I got it.

Three years sounds short when you say it out loud. It does not feel short when you are living it. It is rendering files on a laptop that wheezes. It is apologizing to a client because the screen froze again. It is opening a small notebook and writing down the same prayer for the same desk in the same corner of the same rented room.

I used to wonder if I was being dramatic for asking God about furniture. A desk is not salvation. A window is not a miracle. But He cared. He kept letting me ask. He kept letting me wait.

There were days the waiting felt like proof that I was behind. Friends were upgrading. I was still saving.

“Real freelancers already have this by now.”

I have been there. I had to keep answering that voice with the truth: I am not late, I am being formed.

When the workstation finally came, I cried at the desk. Not because the desk was grand, but because God had remembered a small, specific prayer of a tired girl who kept showing up to work.

So I want to encourage you to be patient. It might be faster for you. It might be slower. What matters is we get there, and that we get there with our character intact and our faith deeper than when we started.

The day you plant the seed is not the day you eat the fruit.

If you are in the planting season right now, please do not despise it. Show up to the work in front of you. Pray the small, specific prayers. Write them down. God is not annoyed by your details. He is the One who put the longing there.

The fruit will come. In His timing, it will come.

For the glory of God.

- Lala