The space between chapters is uncomfortable. You’re not who you used to be, but you’re not yet who you’re becoming. One door closed, but the next one hasn’t opened. And you’re just standing there, waiting, wondering if you’re stuck or if this pause has a purpose. Trust that God is working in the in-between. The transition isn’t wasted — it’s preparation.

God,

I’m in between. One chapter has clearly ended, but the next one hasn’t started yet. I’m standing in this uncomfortable middle space where I don’t belong to what was and I can’t yet see what’s coming. And honestly, it’s disorienting. I don’t know who I am without the identity I just lost. I don’t know what to do with myself when I can’t move forward and I can’t go back.

Help me trust that this in-between isn’t wasted time. Help me believe that the gap between chapters isn’t emptiness — it’s preparation. Remind me that you’re not absent in the transition.

You’re present in the pause, working in ways I can’t see yet, setting things in motion that will make sense when the next chapter finally opens.

God, give me patience to wait without forcing the next thing before it’s time. Give me grace to rest in the uncertainty without panicking. Help me trust that just because I can’t see what’s next doesn’t mean it’s not already written.

I’m in the in-between, God. But I’m not alone. Hold me here until it’s time to move.

Amen.