Hope no dey.
When everything you believed would work out is now falling apart in your hands.
When you’ve crossed every “t”, dotted every “i”, done all you know to do—but still, the doors stay shut.
When silence becomes louder than any prophecy ever spoken over your life.
When even your own faith begins to mock you.
When it feels like your name was skipped during Heaven’s blessings roll call.
Have you been there?
Are you there right now?
When that visa keeps getting denied and nobody understands the weight of your dreams.
When you’ve prayed, fasted, cried, sowed seeds, and yet… the womb stays empty, the ring never comes, the job call never arrives.
When your mates have built houses, moved abroad, are posting babies and anniversaries, and you’re still stuck on chapter one of your life story.
When God feels far, and His promises feel like empty poetry.
When you look around and see people less “righteous” living large and smiling, and you’re wondering if maybe, just maybe… He forgot you.
Is that how you feel?
Are you tired?
Tired of hearing, “God’s time is the best”?
Tired of hearing, “Just keep praying”?
Tired of holding onto invisible things?
Let’s be honest. Sometimes hope dies.
Sometimes, you say to yourself, “What’s the point?”
You delete the prayer points.
You stop writing the vision.
You stop replying messages because you don’t have any new “testimony” to report.
You stop attending weddings because you’re tired of pretending to be happy.
You avoid church because you don’t want to hear another promise of “your season is near.”
But can I tell you something?
Even when you give up, God doesn’t.
Even when your heart is heavy and your hands are empty, God still calls you His own.
Even when it looks like the story is over, He’s just flipping the page.
Remember Job?
Lost everything. Friends mocked him. Wife told him to curse God.
But Job said, “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.”
Job 13:15.
Can you say that?
Even with tears in your eyes.
Even with nothing in your pocket.
Even when the marriage didn’t happen.
Even when the scholarship didn’t come.
Even when your father died, and your mother cried, and nobody came to help.
Can you still say, “Yet will I trust Him”?
Because faith is not about seeing the miracle.
Faith is trusting even when the miracle doesn’t come.
Hebrews 11:13 talks about those who “all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off.”
They still believed.
So I ask you today…
What if the answer is taking time because God is building your roots deeper?
What if the delay is protection?
What if the pain is preparation?
What if the roadblocks are redirections?
What if the silence is not rejection—but a setup for a louder testimony?
Think about Joseph.
His brothers sold him. Lied on. Imprisoned.
Yet, in one day—one moment—he went from prisoner to prime minister.
Genesis 41.
Could it be that you’re one chapter away from your own “But God…” moment?
Could it be that God is not punishing you—but preparing a stage no one can sabotage?
Could it be that your “hope no dey” is about to turn into “see what the Lord has done”?
Romans 8:24-25 says, “But if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with perseverance.”
Hold on.
Cry if you must.
Rest if you need to.
But don’t walk away.
Don’t give up.
Hope may not be visible.
But hope is still alive.
Hope is a person.
And His name is Jesus.
He’s the same one who raised Lazarus after four days.
The same one who fed thousands with five loaves and two fish.
The same one who looked death in the face and conquered it.
He can handle your situation.
He has not forgotten you.
He sees you.
He hears every whispered prayer, every muffled cry, every broken dream.
And He’s still writing your story.
So even if today, all you can whisper is, “Lord, help me…”
Even if the only prayer you can manage is, “Don’t let go of me…”
Say it.
Hope is not always loud.
Sometimes, it’s in the quiet breath you take in the morning and say, “I’m still here.”
Because as long as you’re still breathing, your story is not over.
Now tell me… what if this pain births your purpose?
What if your story is exactly what someone else needs to see God?
What if this is not your ending—but the beginning of a miracle?
Hope may feel dead.
But in God, even dry bones live again.
Ezekiel 37.
So arise.
Wipe your tears.
You are not forgotten.
He’s still coming through for you.
Hope dey. Just wait small.
CLOSING REFLECTION:
Life will test you. Faith will feel hard. Hope will sometimes vanish without warning.
But even in the silence, God is still near.
Even when nothing seems to be working, something is happening behind the scenes.
Maybe you’re not weak.
Maybe you’re just in a season that requires deep strength.
The kind you don’t even know you have yet.
So, breathe.
Take each day as it comes.
Cry if you must, but don’t stop praying.
Pause if you need to, but don’t give up.
God has not forgotten you. And your story isn’t over.
Let this be your reminder today:
hope still lives.
And it’s okay to start again.
With love and anticipation,
By Victor Raul Puobabangna Plance from Eggu in the Upper West Region of Ghana
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