God’s “not yet” feels like “no” until you see what you would’ve walked into.

A delay and a refusal are indistinguishable from inside, which is why waiting hurts like losing. Only later do you find out what the timing kept you out of. That does not make every disappointment secretly good, and nobody should tell you it does. But the verdict you reach in the first week is rarely the final one.

Write down what you wanted and the date, and put it somewhere you will find it again. Then get on with the term, the shift, the season in front of you. Read the note in six months.