When One Door Closes Another One Opens Bible Verse Novels & Stories

Edward glanced at the three strange doors and gulped. “Why only one shot?” “Because, you will enter the one you chose and only when the door closes behind you can you know where you are. When any of these doors closes, none of them will ever open for the same soul again.” Selene explained. Edward gulped once more, there was nothing to even give him a clue or something like that. “Can’t you give me a hint, I mean, how can I know which is which?”

"But Mom-" "Maryam owé kan mán lo bá yi wìpé Ti àbá díju àó ní má ìgbá ti èni ré màkojá (there's a saying that says: if we close our eyes all the times we won't know when the good person will come to us). This boy is really a good boy and if you let him slip away uhmm àfayí mó kòma ló regret ré o (uhmmm, you might regret it o)

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Selene took a deep breath, and closed her eyes before continuing. “I was then hindered by something which changed my whole life perspective. I thought that I should be embarassed by even dreaming such dream, the thing that hindered me put me at my lowest, tying me on the ground, unable to fly up.” “But it did not stopped me, and so here I am, I was unable to fly, but I was able to crawl and so I did. I just want all of you to know, that a broken wing just means you can’t fly but it does not prevent you from walking. You just have to learn how to use your feet. And a closed door does not equate to an end. You just got to have the courage to turn around and enter an opened one, waiting for you

But suddenly, he was shocked when he saw the chapter in the bible. "Gotcha... I found the answer." Ozgur smiled, his eyes fixed on one of the passages. "1 Corinthians 13:12." Ozgur swallowed his saliva with difficulty. "For now we see through a glass." Ozgur emphasized the word glass, before he said the next sentence. "Darkly, and then face to face. Now I know in part, but then shall I know even as also I am known." Ozgur's speech stopped. Because right at that moment, the strains of the violin also stopped, then Ozgur's handcuffs came off. But only Ozgur's handcuffs came off!

She closed the book slowly, this time with a full heart. Because now she understood. Closure wasn’t a door slamming shut. It was a window opening somewhere else letting light back in. And maybe love didn’t vanish. Maybe it just changed shape. From something that held on, to something that quietly let both of them go.

And beneath both, the ancient one whispered again. "The gate is open."

TRUST ONLY THE DOOR THAT DOESN’T ASK. Zevran turned the key over in his hand. “That’s not cryptic at all.” Kaelira’s brow furrowed. “It’s an old proverb—about the vaults of the First Kingdom. The ‘door that doesn’t ask’ means an unguarded entrance… or a trap disguised as one.” “Helpful.” Lightning flashed again. In that instant, a silhouette moved at the far end of the alley—a tall figure cloaked, watching. When the thunder rolled, the figure was gone.

At the same time, her other hand quickly unfastened his belt, and she lifted her head to kiss him with desperate urgency. Gabriel pushed her away with a look of disgust. "I'm not in the mood for this right now. Do you have any idea how much trouble your selfishness has caused?" As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out without sparing the woman crying alone behind him a single glance. … When I opened my eyes again, I saw a stark white ceiling overhead. Mr. Blake and Mrs. Blake stood nearby with genuine concern in their eyes. Surrounded by their care, I understood for the first time what it felt like to have a home.

Both at once. The way it was supposed to be. Before I arrived and loved you and stayed. Before the void released and the channel narrowed toward me alone. The balance that should have existed from the beginning. That neither the original wound nor the restoration fully restored. That requires a specific act. A specific opening. A third door. The room was very still. I am asking you to open it. And I am telling you that you may decline. Not as a formality. As the honest offer it has always been.