Each time I was rejected from something I thought was good for me, it felt like a door slamming shut on hope. But with time and reflection, I began to see those rejections for what they really were—redirections. They weren’t meant to break me, but to guide me away from what I wanted and toward what I truly needed. What felt like a loss in the moment was actually a blessing in disguise, protecting me from settling for less than I deserved. God has a way of closing the wrong doors so we don’t walk into places that can’t hold our purpose. I’ve learned that every “no” carried me closer to the right “yes”—one that came with alignment, growth, and peace. So now, when rejection shows up, I don’t take it as the end of the road. I take it as a divine reroute toward something better than I even knew to ask for.