N8tivegirl

UNCOVERED FAITH

Seasoned

I have lived long enough to know

that prophecy does not always unfold on schedule.

I have lived long enough to admit

that I have been angry at God —

not because I stopped believing,

but because I believed deeply.

I have lived long enough to sit in silence

without running from it.

I have grieved dreams

that once felt certain.

I have buried timelines.

Released expectations.

Watched doors close without explanation.

And I am still here.

Not loud.

Not desperate.

Not proving anything.

Resolved.

There was a time when I thought faith meant emotion.

Tears at the altar.

Shouting through pain.

Declaring what I hoped would move heaven.

But now I know —

Faith matures.

It becomes quieter.

Heavier.

More rooted.

It does not panic when prophecy delays.

It does not collapse when silence lingers.

It does not unravel when the dream changes shape.

It grieves — yes.

But it does not abandon God in the grieving.

Seasoned faith does not require constant reassurance.

It has history.

It remembers the valleys survived.

The prayers answered late.

The strength that came when nothing else did.

Choosing praise without proof

is not denial.

It is decision.

It is the kind of praise that says:

I have walked too far with Him

to turn around now.

I may not have everything I imagined.

But I have Him.

And at this stage of my life,

that is enough.

This is not beginner faith.

This is faith that has been tested,

stripped,

refined,

and still kneels.

Not because it is naïve.

But because it knows.

UNCOVERED FAITH — FINAL WORD

Faith uncovered is not fragile.

It is the faith that stayed

when prophecy delayed,

when silence lingered,

when dreams changed shape.

It is the faith that remained

when emotion faded.

Not louder.

Just deeper.

Not proving.

Just standing.

Seasoned.