Sometimes we don’t realize it right away. We hold on, we rewrite chapters in our mind, we hope maybe the next page will make sense of the pain. But life has a way of quietly showing us the truth long before we’re ready to say it out loud.

And the truth is, not every story is meant to continue. Some chapters were only meant to teach us, shape us, wake us, or gently push us toward a version of ourselves we wouldn’t have become otherwise.

It hurts, of course it does. Losing something you once prayed for or believed in isn’t easy. But there’s a strange kind of mercy in endings too—a soft reminder that our heart is not meant to stay where it is breaking, shrinking, or doubting its own worth.

When a story ends, it doesn’t mean everything was a waste. It simply means its purpose has been fulfilled. It means you’ve grown past what once held you, or you’ve seen something you can no longer ignore. It means your soul is asking for room to breathe again.

And maybe the most healing part is realizing that an ending isn’t a punishment. It’s an invitation. A clearing. A quiet space where something new, honest, and steady can finally find you.

So if something is fading, if something no longer feels like home, if you find yourself forcing a chapter that keeps resisting you—maybe it’s not failure. Maybe it’s grace.

Some stories end for a reason.

And better ones begin the moment you finally let them.

Sometimes the closing of one door is simply God making space for what your heart wasn’t ready for before. Not a loss, but a redirection. Not the end, but the beginning of something He has already prepared for you.

“He makes all things beautiful in His time.” – Ecclesiastes 3:11

Until next time,