Held, Lowered, and Lifted

There are seasons where grace seems to lift me— 
platforms rising, people noticing, structures aligning. 
But I have learned not to mistake momentum for completion.

Then, the silence comes. 
And with it, a humbling. 
Not because I failed— 
but because He loves me enough to build slowly.

Now, I no longer rush to speak. 
I no longer fight the pause. 
I am being shaped where I cannot see. 
And when He calls again, 
I will rise—not because I built it, 
but because I waited.