Some friendships are loud and obvious. Others are quiet, rare, and so genuine that you only realize their value when life tests you. This is about one of those rare friendships. She came all the way from Indonesia to Singapore just to see me and that alone says more than a thousand words ever could. In a world where people are always busy, always rushing, always distracted, finding someone who makes time for you feels almost unreal. Genuine friendship is hard to find. The kind that lasts forever is even harder. Most people don’t have time to listen. They hear you, but they don’t listen. But she listens, always. With patience. With care. Without judgment. Most people don’t want to help. They step back when things get hard. But she steps forward every single time. Helping not because she has to, but because she genuinely wants to. She is one of the kindest people I know. I once said that I have a wall around my life, a wall that protects me and keeps people at a distance. Not many can...
Life did not always go the way I hoped. I wanted to rise, to do better, to give my family a good life. But no matter how hard I worked, there were times when people tried to pull me down. They questioned my efforts, doubted my intentions, or simply refused to support me. I kept asking myself why they could not just let me try. I was not trying to prove anything to the world. I only wanted to grow for myself, for my son, and for the people I love. Still, I often felt unseen. Like my efforts did not matter. I would smile in front of others and act like I had it all together, but behind closed doors, I cried. I did not always have the words for what I was feeling. I only had prayers. Quiet ones. Honest ones. And deep in my heart, I kept asking, God, please see me. Please help me. And He did.
There are days when the weight feels too much. I still show up. I still give my best. But deep inside, I get tired. Not just in my body but in my soul. I feel the pressure, the silence, the questions I cannot answer. But even in those moments, I have learned something. God sees me. Even when no one claps. Even when no one understands. He sees every tear I hide, every time I stay strong for others while hurting inside. He hears the thoughts I keep in my heart. He knows the moments when I wanted to give up but chose to keep going. He sees the sacrifices I make that no one else notices.
God understands everything, even the things I cannot say. He does not miss anything. Not my tears. Not my quiet prayers. Not the nights when I was tired but still kept going. He has been with me in every hard moment. And I believe that when the time is right, He will lift me. He will bring peace where there is pain. He will open the right doors. He will take me from this season of waiting into a place filled with purpose and grace.
I do not always understand why things happen. Sometimes it still feels unfair. But I am learning to trust that He sees what I do not. And I hold on to this truth. I am not forgotten. I am not alone. God sees me. God hears me. And God will help me.
Because He always has.
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