There's something special about a woman who doesn't dwell when things don't go her way. Who allows herself to feel, to be sad for a moment but then she prays. She finds her peace in knowing that if something didn't come to her, it wasn't meant to protect her; it wasn't for her highest good. Even if she wanted it deeply, with all her heart, she trusts his plan enough to know that what she thought was good might've held something that could've destroyed her. For he sees what she cannot and she finds peace in knowing he's taking care of her, always. And when God knows how pure your intentions are, he always moves with your best interest at heart. She knows this. She trusts this. She lives by this. And that's why she no longer begs for what isn't hers. She doesn't chase what walked away. She doesn't try to make sense of silence. Her soul is too aligned to force what isn't ordained. Her peace is guarded; God is her bestie.