At least God knew that I tried. Even when nobody noticed the effort, God did. He saw the nights I cried quietly, the times I stayed kind after being hurt, and the moments I kept going even when I felt tired inside. People may only see the mistakes, the failures, or the times I fell short, but God also saw how hard I fought just to keep moving. He knew my intentions even when I couldn't explain myself well. And honestly, that gives me peace. Because sometimes trying your best is all you can really give. Not every story ends the way we hoped, but I believe God still honors a heart that stayed genuine, soft, and faithful through all the pain and confusion.