According to Steve Harvey, “The God I Serve Didn’t Bring Me This Far To Leave Me.”

One saying reads, “When a door shuts, a window opens.” This adage has surely been used a million times.

However, whoever said it first, one thing is for sure: although this is not a Bible verse, it undoubtedly inspires people to think there is faith and hope.

While life may offer you heartbreak and sorrow in abundance, this should not make you lose trust in God; rather, it should only make it stronger. Deeply religious people believe that lost dreams are God’s way of letting you know that greater things are coming your way.

All you need, therefore, is a little bit of patience and the conviction that everything happens for a reason.

But losing something you’ve come to love over time is among the worst possible outcomes. Steve Harvey, the longtime beloved talk show host, experienced just that.

His daytime talk show “Steve” (formerly “Steve Harvey”) aired on NBC for seven seasons/years. The network chose to permit him to go in spite of this.

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