N8tivegirl

Closer Than You Know

There’s a feeling you get when you’re closer than you realize.

It’s not loud.

It’s not dramatic.

It’s a quiet surge.

An internal knowing.

An excitement that feels almost like victory before it arrives.

The joy of sensing that the race is almost finished.

Not because it was easy —

but because you endured.

Scripture reminds us that the race is not given to the swift,

but to the one who endures to the end.

And I’ll be honest…

I got tired.

Not physically.

Spiritually.

Tired of running.

Tired of waiting.

Tired of believing for promises that felt distant.

Tired of prophecies that came and went.

Words spoken over my life that seemed to echo — but not manifest.

I stopped along the way.

Not in rebellion.

In exhaustion.

I sat down on the side of the track and questioned everything.

Did I hear God correctly?

Was the promise ever real?

Was I foolish for believing?

Was endurance just another word for delay?

But while I was sitting there,

breathing heavy,

feeling defeated…

Something rose up in me.

Not hype.

Not emotion.

Truth.

Victory is mine.

Not because I’m the fastest.

Not because I’m the strongest.

Not because I never doubted.

But because I’m still here.

I remembered that the race is steady.

It’s not about bursts of speed.

It’s about consistent steps.

It’s about trusting that God will do what He said He would do.

And doing my part.

Showing up.

Obeying.

Preparing.

Praying.

Believing when there’s no applause.

The promise may look far.

But distance doesn’t cancel destiny.

Delay does not mean denial.

Sometimes the weariness is proof you’re close.

The enemy doesn’t fight what isn’t a threat.

And I refuse to die on the sidelines.

I will run steady.

I will run faithful.

I will run obedient.

Because the same God who gave the promise

is the same God who finishes what He starts.

Victory isn’t ahead of me.

It’s already secured.

All I have to do…

is endure.