To The Girl That Keeps Trying

School was a battlefield, and I was always the soldier left behind. Math, language arts, the whole system, they felt like foreign languages to me. I watched my classmates breeze through lessons I could barely comprehend, and every day, the invisible wall between me and them seemed to grow higher.

I grew up with “learning difficulties.” I was constantly told I was “behind.” That I was “different” from the other kids. I knew I wasn’t where I needed to be but to hear that as an 8-year-old girl, still full of hope and big dreams, was degrading. It wasn’t just the words, though. It was the way they made me feel: small. Invisible. Not enough. Not capable. And deep down, I started to believe them. I thought maybe I just wasn’t meant to be the smart kid.

But there was something inside me — something that wouldn’t quit, something that said, “You’re more than what they’re telling you.”

I kept trying.

Even though the teachers would move on while I was still stuck on the same page, I kept trying. Even though I felt like I would never be as fast or as sharp as the other kids, I kept trying. Even though I was told that maybe I wasn’t cut out for the same level of success as others, I kept trying.

And it was in that space of “trying” that constant, relentless pursuit, that I began to discover something more important than grades or being “smart” in the world’s eyes. I began to discover resilience.

Resilience doesn’t look like never failing or always getting it right on the first try. Resilience is choosing to keep going, even when the odds feel stacked against you. It’s the quiet strength that rises in you when you’ve been knocked down, yet you refuse to stay down. It’s the faith that says, “God sees me even when the world might overlook me.”

What I wish I could’ve known back then is that God wasn’t waiting for me to get  it perfect. He wasn’t looking for me to fit into the mold that the world had for me. He wasn’t waiting for me to be the smartest, the fastest, or the best at anything. No, He was waiting for me to show up and try. To bring Him the brokenness, the struggle, the frustration, and keep bringing it to Him, day after day.

Because the trying, the persistence — that’s where the magic happens.

The truth is, I am more than just my struggles. I am more than a diagnosis, more than the things that told me I wasn’t enough. And you are too.

If you’re reading this and you feel like you’ve been trying for so long — whether it’s in school, in relationships, in your career, or even in your faith — and it feels like you’re just not getting there, I want to tell you: You are not invisible. You are not forgotten. And your effort? It matters.

There’s a verse in 

Galatians 6:9 that says, “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”

I wish  back then  I would’ve understood that it wasn’t about being the fastest learner or the smartest kid. It was about showing up every day and doing the work, not because it’s easy, but because it’s worth it.

If you’re the girl who feels like she’s been trying and trying and still not getting the results she hoped for, I want to remind you of this truth: God sees you. He sees your effort. He sees the tears, the late nights, the moments of self-doubt. And in His eyes, it’s not wasted.

Sometimes, the trying is the thing that shapes us the most. It’s in the effort, in the perseverance, that God does something deep in our hearts. He teaches us patience, humility, and trust. And while the world may only praise the outcome, God praises the heart that keeps going, that keeps seeking Him even when the results don’t seem to match the effort.

So, to the girl who keeps trying: You are not less than because of where you are. Your worth is not tied to your performance or your achievements. You are enough, exactly as you are, in your effort, in your perseverance, in your willingness to keep going.

Keep trying. Keep showing up. Keep trusting God with the process. Because He is working in you — and He is proud of you for not giving up.

And maybe, just maybe, it’s in the struggle that He is molding you into exactly who you’re meant to be.