Closed Doors

Sometimes, I get this feeling:

When God closes a door, He not only shuts it.

He locks it,
He wedges it with the biggest-ever door stopper,
He bars it,
then He blocks it with a cupboard.

There is no way you can open that shut door if He insists that it should be closed.

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I was pondering over this fact for some time and about the doors that were shut on me earlier that I futilely tried to open again. It hurts because I didn't want the door to be shut. It hurts because all I get is a blank. It hurts because there were loose ends not tied up. And I don't like it when these thoughts plague me when I am reminded of them.

My only consolation is in knowing that whatever good I see in those closed doors are not as good as the better ones God has opened or will open for me in the future. This knowledge does not make me feel better for now, but I can only hope it will be, and believe it will be.

Faith is a muscle of mine that's really weak and tires easily. So God decided it's time to load up some weights on me and make me do some dead lifts.

It's okay though. What used to be much harder is a lot easier as time goes by. I'm glad.