There Will Be Time

 

I know.

They are all
smarter than I am,
their words arriving
faster,
their ideas
sharper.

And I know.

Mister H
speaks with confidence.
He is always present,
always seen.
The professors
lean toward his voice,
their comments
finding him
again and again.

Perhaps
they admire him.

Let them.

Let them be.

I do not need
to compete
for every glance,
every nod,
every word
of approval.

Still—

there are days
when silence
feels personal.

Days when I wonder
if they notice
that I am here.

Days when it feels
as though
I have done nothing,
learned nothing,
become nothing.

My feet hesitate.

My heart refuses
to move forward.

But in the Lord's name,
I remember—

He exists.

He sees
what no one applauds.

He measures
what no one grades.

He prepares
what no one expects.

So I will wait.

Not in defeat,
but in faith.

Because there will be
a time

when my voice
will find its strength,

when my work
will find its purpose,

when my steps
will finally move
forward.

And when that day comes,

it will not be because
I was the loudest.

It will be because
God never stopped
walking beside me.