MyCenterofWealth

Dear me,

I see your heart… I see you are about to take that promise God gave you off the table. I hear your thoughts. You are about to drop the promise God gave you because the result are out and you felt that is the final. But who told you that is the final. It is only final when you called it final – it is your verdict. Whatever you call it, that is what God called it. When you call it final then God will agree with you. And it will call it final.

Yes, the result is No when God has said Yes. Remember God’s Word stand sure regardless. His word will not return to him till it accomplished what he sent it to do. Take the word and uphold it till it come to pass for you.

Sometimes, you think the story will be direct, that life will follow a clear line. Like, you should pass the exam, the door should open, the relationship should work. Like when you pray well, the answer should come immediately. If you do the right thing, the result should also look right.

And honestly, it makes sense. That is how you imagine the story should be written.

Question, answer.
Effort, reward.
Prayer, result.
Seed, harvest.
Obedience, open door.

You expect life to move in a way you can explain. You expect the chapters to connect neatly. You expect the evidence in front of you to support the ending you have been praying for. But sometimes, God does not write the story in a straight line.

Sometimes, He writes through bends.

Through delays.
Through closed doors.
Through silence.
Through unexpected endings.
Through chapters you would never have chosen by yourself.

And that is where you begin to struggle. Because when the story takes another turn, you cannot figure it out. You start wondering, “How can God bring beauty out of this?”

“How can this delay still be part of the promise?”
“How can this rejection still lead to something good?”
“How can this loss be included in the story?”
“How can the ending still be beautiful when the evidence in front of me is saying something else?”
“How can God’s promise work out in spite of the evidence in front of you?”

You look at what is happening, and it feels like the story is going in the opposite direction. You expect progress, but you are seeing pause. You expect answers, but you are hearing silence. You expect confirmation, but you are facing confusion. You expect open doors but everywhere looks locked. You expect peace, but your heart is wrestling.

And because you cannot see the ending, you start judging the story from the middle and you question and doubt yourself if you hear His word right.

Dear Me, do not do that. Stand by His word till it come to pass. His word will surely come to pass

Do not judge God’s writing too early.

The middle of the story is not always pretty. Don’t put a full stop, where God is putting a coma. Where would be the God’s waoh factor, when the story is simple.

Sometimes, the middle looks like scattered pieces. It looks like God has taken the long route. It looks like the promise is moving farther away. It looks like the prayer is being ignored. It looks like what you feared is becoming true.

But God is not confused by the corners. He is not intimidated by the twists. He is not trying to figure out what to do next. You may be surprised by the turn, but He is not. The twist is not bigger than the Writer. The evidence in front of you is not stronger than the God behind the story.

This is the part you must remember: God does not only write with straight lines. He writes with detours too. He can write purpose inside delay. He can write protection inside rejection. He can write wisdom inside waiting. He can write healing inside heartbreak. He can write direction inside disruption. He can write a beautiful ending through routes you would have called impossible. Because His writing is not limited to what currently makes sense to you.

You wanted the story to be simple: read, pass, move on. But sometimes, God is not only interested in you passing the exam. He is interested in who you are becoming while you sit with questions you do not yet understand.

Sometimes, the real test is not whether you can answer everything. The real test is whether you can trust Him when the question paper of life suddenly changes format. Because life will not always ask the questions you prepared for.

Some seasons will come like unexpected exams. You will look at the page and think, “But I did not read for this.” You will look at the situation and think, “God, this was not the plan.” You will look at the evidence and think, “There is no way this can still end well.” But Dear Me, God has never needed perfect evidence to write a perfect ending.

He does not need the situation to look promising before He can fulfil a promise. He does not need the road to look clear before He can lead you. He does not need the chapter to look beautiful before He can make the story glorious. And one day, you will look back.

You will see how the thing that looked like a delay was actually divine timing. You will see how the door that refused to open was mercy in disguise. You will see how the person who left made room for the peace you kept praying for. You will see how the season that stretched you also strengthened you. You will see how the corners you complained about were actually protecting you from paths that looked good but were not meant for you.

You will see how the pieces fitted. Perfectly. Not because every chapter was easy. But because God was present in every chapter.

So Dear me, when the story looks twisted, do not panic. When the evidence looks opposite, do not conclude too quickly. When the route looks longer than expected, do not call it failure. When the chapter does not look like the ending you imagined, do not take the pen back from God.

Let Him write. Let Him arrange. Let Him connect what you cannot connect yet. Let Him finish what He started. Because when God writes the story, it may not always look direct in the beginning. It may not always make sense in the middle. But by the time He brings it together, the ending will not only be beautiful. It will be far better than anything you could have written for yourself.