Ever since I was young, I knew I wanted to finish school. I have always been bright and curious, eager to learn, but life was not easy. School felt like a ladder I had to climb. Each step was hard and required all my strength. I worked part time jobs, attended tutorials, and became a student assistant just to keep going. Some nights, I came home so tired my body ached, yet I opened my books by the dim light of a lamp, determined not to fall behind. Finally, I reached the top. I finished school. I am proud not just of surviving, but of using my mind and determination to overcome the challenges. But I know not every student can climb this ladder. Many want to learn, but they do not have the support, strength, or resources to balance work and school. That is why I believe our government must pay more attention to education. I am grateful for the programs and support that exist, but sometimes the money does not reach the students who need it most. Some people take advantage of the system, ...
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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