A door

God: I'm opening a door you can't see yet.

You: Where?

God: That's the thing. You won't know where it is until you're

walking through it. You've been so focused on the doors that closed

that you haven't noticed me preparing a new one.

You: Why won't you tell me what it is?

God: Because if I told you, you'd start trying to find it yourself.

You'd try to force it open. You'd attach yourself to your idea of what

it should look like and miss the actual door that I'm preparing.

You: I just want to know it's coming.

God: It's coming. I'm telling you that much. The door you've been

praying about? The one you stopped expecting? The one that feels

too good to be true? It's being prepared. The timing is being aligned.

You: What do I do until then?

God: You stay open. You stop trying to walk through doors that

aren't yours. You trust that I'm working even when you can't see it.

And when the door finally opens, you walk through. Without

hesitation. Because you'll know it when you see it.

~jacqueline whitney