It's strange how you pray for God to guide you, and when He answers, it breaks your heart.
I dared God I gave Him a timeframe. I begged: "Show me if he’s my person or not."
God answered. He told me to be patient. I waited. I prayed. I hoped. I clung to every tiny sign that maybe, just maybe, it was him.
But as the days passed, and the deadline I set approached, I saw the truth so clearly:
He is not my person.
I realized God wasn't trying to give him to me — He was trying to save me from holding on to what was never meant to be mine.
And still, it hurts.
I'm not just sad for the relationship I'm sad for the dreams, the hope, the story I wanted so badly to live.
But even in my sadness, I trust Him.
I trust the "no" just as much as I would have trusted the "yes."
Because what God keeps from you is just as much His mercy as what He gives to you.














