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I know God is the God of the beginning.

The fresh start.
The moment something new begins.
Alpha.

And I know He’s the God of the end.

The breakthrough.
The resolution.
The place where everything finally makes sense.
Omega.

But He’s the God of the middle, too.

It’s not as easy to define, because it’s bigger. It takes up more space. It varies.

It’s not exciting or chaotic like the beginning and it’s not satisfying like the end.

It’s the in-between. Where things are still unfolding. Where answers haven’t come yet. When you’re still carrying what you’ve been praying about.

It’s where most of us live.

In the beginning, faith feels hopeful. And at the end, that faith is confirmed.

But in the middle, our faith is quieter. Less certain. More stretched. Sometimes even tired. The kind of faith that requires that we believe in results we cannot see yet.

The Israelites wandering in the wilderness.
David running before he ever wore the crown.
Joseph in prison before the promise was fulfilled.

Pivotal moments…even years…in all of these stories. Long, uncertain seasons.

And He was there the entire time. Not just when things started. And not just when they resolved.

But in the waiting.

Right now my “middle” feels like praying the same prayer again. Waking up to the same situation. Trying to stay steady when nothing seems to be moving. Trusting God without seeing progress.

And if I’m honest…that’s the hardest kind of trust.

The middle doesn’t always look productive, but it is. It’s where patience is built, character is shaped, dependence on the Lord deepens, and we are refined. It’s waking up every day and handing over the same pile of issues, asking for God’s grace and mercy and intervention. It’s, “I still trust you,” even when I don’t understand, even when I don’t see change, and even when I don’t like where I am.

His presence isn’t limited to the moments that make sense. He doesn’t disappear in the middle. He doesn’t step back while I figure it out. He stays.

In the repetition.
In the waiting.
In the uncertainty.

God is the God of the beginning.

God is the God of the end.

But maybe the place I’ve experienced most deeply…

…has been in the middle.

Where I have to choose trust over proof.

And even there – especially there – He is still God.