They say when God closes a door, He opens a window. What happens if He closes the window? Am I stuck in the hallway, enclosed between where I used to be and where I want to go?
The window was pretty high off the ground, and I had sat in that hallway for days before being courageous enough to jump out of it. I had finally climbed up and stood on the sill, terrified of the fall, but thrilled for the freedom. I had bent my knees, sent up a prayer... and the window slammed in my face, locking me into that hallway once again.
Now here I sit, in the lonely darkness, knees pulled up to my chin. Crying. Desperate. Hopeless. Why? I scream the question, begging for an answer. Silence. I scramble through the tight hallway, searching again for an exit I know I won't find.
I fall to my knees again, my posture that of one defeated. Which is how I feel after fighting so hard, only to come up short once more. Exhausted, determination gone, I know I will never make it out alone.
"You are never alone." I hear the whisper, and I know this is truth. I remember my Savior, my friend, my eternal, good, powerful God.
I know that when closes a door, He opens a window. When God closes a window, He opens up something better.