He knows the game

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There were nights I looked at heaven with my heart in shattered pieces, asking God why all my dreams kept slipping through my fingers. I cried for doors that closed, for names that disappeared, for promises that swore they'd stay but faded into silence. There were whispers behind my back, hearts that thought they had won, loves that left their fingerprints on a heart that came undone. And the home I once imagined turned to ashes in the wind. I thought God was taking from me, not knowing He was leading me again. I couldn't see the road, but He already knew the end. I cried over one closed door, while He was guiding me to another. God was moving pieces when I couldn't understand. And even when the board grew dark, I knew it was still in His hands. Then he came... After all those winters, he arrived like quiet rain, softly filling all the spaces left behind by years of pain. He didn't come to save me. He came to walk beside me. To guard my back when I couldn't see behind me. To hold me steady when the road became too heavy. And when my strength gave out, when my knees touched the ground, he didn't walk away. He lifted me up. After so many tears, I finally learned that love doesn't always have to hurt. Sometimes love is shelter. Sometimes love is warmth. Sometimes someone's hands simply choose to stay. And sometimes God answers without saying a single word. I couldn't see the road, but He already knew the end. I cried over one closed door, while He was guiding me to another. God was moving pieces when I couldn't understand. And even when the board grew dark, I knew it was still in His hands. Now I look behind me and I wouldn't change a thing. Not the nights. Not the tears. Not even the wounds I once begged to forget. Because every loss was quietly leading me toward the life I'm holding now. Toward this love. Toward this home. Toward the peace I never knew I was looking for. And if tomorrow my plans fall apart again, I won't ask the sky, “Why me?” I'll simply look up. Breathe. And trust. Because I've learned that some goodbyes are blessings wearing sorrow, and some closed doors are simply God's way of changing the direction. I only see one piece fall. God sees the whole board. I only know this moment. God knows every move. So if tomorrow changes everything, if another dream slips from my hands, I won't be afraid. I don't need to know the next move. I only need to remember who holds the board. God. And while He is moving the pieces, I'll keep trusting His hands. Because maybe I don't understand the game... but I trust the One who knows how it ends.