Known & Loved

I open my studies with a sigh and a stare,
Another loooong chapter, another academic glare.
Margins of financial jargon, themes that drone,
I wonder if wisdom forgot to come home.

I try to wrap my head around the words in the textbook,

But my mind starts to wander, like a leaf in a brook.

I start to wonder if I will be prepared for the exam.

I better run back to the chapters, or I’ll be in a jam.

But somewhere between the theories and long-winded terms,
God whispers softly through my academic worms.
Not in the sparkle, or in the thrill—
But in the patience to climb every steep hill.

He meets me in margins, in ink-smudged notes,
In half-read sentences and scribbled-down quotes.
His grace isn’t berating—it’s quiet and kind,
He walks on with the weary, He sharpens the mind.

In the silence of study, when pages blur and thoughts fray,
He leans in close—not to test, but to stay.
With every line read, with each concept I wrestle,
His wisdom surrounds me, quiet and gentle.

So I press on, not for glory or fame,
But to honor the One who has called me by name.
Even in boring text, He’s shaping my soul—
Through chapters that challenge, He’s making me whole.

“If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him.” James 1:5