There’s something different about midweek services. They hit you when life is already happening—when you’re tired from work, still battling personal struggles, or just looking for a reason to keep going. But last night, our Wednesday service wasn’t just another church gathering. It became a midweek miracle—a reminder that even in the middle of everything, God meets us.
The moment I stepped into the church, there was a different kind of energy. Not loud or overwhelming, but thick with expectation. People weren’t just coming in out of routine—they came hungry. You could see it in the eyes of every worshiper. Even the kids were excited, clapping their hands and greeting each other as if something big was about to happen.
We started with worship, and right from the first song, something just broke open. It wasn’t the loud instruments or the flashing lights—it was the rawness of our voices, praising God like He had already answered our prayers. There was this one moment during the chorus of “Way Maker” when I looked around and saw tears running down some of our faces—not from sadness, but because God felt close.
People lifted their hands, some knelt down, some cried silently. We weren’t just singing songs. We were pouring out the weight we carried since Sunday.
Then came the preaching. Our Pastor stood up and smiled with that gentle but strong spirit he always carries. He started with one verse:
“In the middle of the storm, Jesus was sleeping.” — Mark 4:38
Boom. That was the verse. Just one sentence, and it was like a pin dropped in the room. Everyone sat up straighter.
The message was about trusting God in the “middle” moments. Not the beginning of the miracle. Not the ending breakthrough. But the “middle” season, where things are unclear, messy, or painful.
He said,
“Many of you here tonight are in the middle season—you’ve already left Egypt, but you haven’t reached your Promised Land. You’re in the wilderness. And it’s tempting to go back. But hold on—God is doing something in the middle.”
That hit hard.
Because honestly, that’s where most of us are. Waiting. Trusting. Wondering. Some are praying for healing. Others are dealing with broken relationships, delayed dreams, or just spiritual dryness.
But our Pastor reminded us: Jesus doesn’t leave you in the middle. He teaches you there.
As the message ended, Pastor didn’t just close in prayer. He invited people to respond. He said:
“If you’re in a middle season, come forward. Let’s pray with you.”
And one by one, people came. Some slowly. Some almost ran. Before I knew it, the altar was full. Even people who rarely come to the front stepped out. We laid hands. We cried with one another. Some were praying for clarity, others for healing, others simply asked, “God, don’t let me give up.
It wasn’t a performance. It was a move of the Spirit. And it happened on a Wednesday night—when many would rather stay home and rest.
The worship team came back and led us again, this time with more fire. The lyrics of “Firm Foundation (He Won’t)” filled the air, and suddenly people were dancing, jumping, shouting freedom. What was heavy at the start of service felt lifted. It was like chains fell off in the spiritual realm.
That moment reminded me:
Midweek doesn’t mean midway in power.
God shows up whenever and wherever hearts are open.
After the official service ended, people didn’t just leave right away. We hung out. Laughed. Shared food. Some sat in small groups, talking about what touched them during the service. Others just gave quiet hugs and said things like, “That word was for me,” or “Thank you for praying for me.”
Insert Picture 5: Churchmates fellowshipping after service, eating and smiling.
One of my favorite moments was hearing from a quiet teen who rarely speaks. She walked up to me and whispered,
“I felt God tonight. For the first time in a long time.”
That’s when I realized: We don’t need big conferences or revival events for God to move. Sometimes, it’s on a simple Wednesday, in a humble church, with real people crying out.
Last night’s service taught me three big lessons:
- God moves when we’re available, not when we’re perfect.
You don’t have to be spiritually strong or emotionally stable to receive from Him. Just come. - The “middle” is not a mistake.
Whether you’re waiting for healing, clarity, or a breakthrough, know that God is doing something in the silence and in-between. - Community matters.
We were never meant to go through the “middle” alone. That’s why God gave us the church—not as a place, but as people.
To everyone reading this who’s been struggling midweek—too tired to go to church, too distracted to pray—this is your reminder: Don’t give up on Wednesdays. Don’t skip the “middle” moment. Because God is still writing your story, and sometimes the miracle doesn’t come on Sunday—it shows up quietly on a Wednesday night.
If you’ve ever been to one of our services, or if you’ve ever experienced that unexpected touch of God in the middle of your week, you know what I’m talking about.
So here’s my encouragement to you:
Show up.
Be expectant.
Let your “middle” be a meeting place with God.
Because as we learned last night, He never sleeps in your storm. He’s just waiting for you to trust Him in the middle.