After So Many No's

You've lost count of how many doors have closed in your face. Every no you received was tucked away in an invisible drawer, and now, whenever a new chance comes along, the fear of another no arrives before hope does.

I understand that weariness from trying. But I want to remind you who I am in this story: a sun that lights the path you cannot see, a shield that stops the blow before it reaches you. I am not the author of every no you've received — many came from people, from wrong timing, from doors that were never the right ones.

I withhold no good thing from the one who walks with me in uprightness. This isn't some magic formula — it's my character: I don't play games with your future. If a no came, it's because I already had another path prepared, even if you can't see it yet from where you're standing.