"God answers others' prayers quickly but makes me wait because I'm not as spiritual or favored."
How it sounds in your head: You watch younger women get instant answers—healings at the altar, financial breakthroughs, prodigal children coming home. Meanwhile you've been praying the same prayers for decades. Clearly God has favorites and you're not one of them.
"Then Peter opened his mouth and said: 'In truth I perceive that God shows no partiality.'"
-- Acts 10:34Comparison and religious hierarchy that ranks believers by perceived favor instead of celebrating equal sonship.
You have concrete examples of people praying shorter and receiving faster, while your prayer list has items from the 1980s still unchecked. The visible evidence suggests unequal treatment.
Cornelius was a Gentile with no Jewish pedigree, no covenant history, yet his prayers and gifts went up as a memorial before God. An angel appeared to him directly, and Peter was sent to his house, breaking all religious protocol, because God shows no favoritism—outsiders get the same access as insiders.
I REFUSE the lie that God has favorites and I'm not one of them. IT IS WRITTEN that God shows no partiality—I have the exact same access as anyone who's ever received a miracle. I am Abraham's seed through Christ, and the BARAK blessing flows to me by covenant, not by ranking. The same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead dwells in me, making me just as qualified for breakthrough as anyone in any testimony I've heard. IT IS WRITTEN that I am chosen, royal, beloved, and nothing about my age, gender, or journey makes me second-tier. My Father runs toward me with the same ring, robe, and sandals He offers every prodigal. Timing is not a measurement of love, and I stand in FULL FAVOR as a blood-bought daughter.
Your Father doesn't have a favorites list—every child gets the full inheritance, the best robe, the fattened calf. The prodigal who left yesterday and the prodigal who left 40 years ago both get the same sprint-speed Father running with the same celebration, because love doesn't rank.