*WORD FOR THE DAY* TOPIC: *THAT HEARTBREAK AND CLOSED DOOR IS NOT HERE TO BREAK YOU...* Let me write to the hearts that have been broken. To the dreams that have shattered like glass on marble floors. To the prayers that came back with silence. To the plans that crumbled. And to the doors that slammed shut just when you were about to step in... That heartbreak... That failure... That closed door... It’s not here to break you. It’s here to reveal you. Pain is not punishment. It’s revelation. It’s instruction. It’s purification. It strips away the illusion of who you thought you were, and introduces you to who you truly are. When life disappoints you, it does not come to destroy you. It comes to expose the parts of you that you have hidden, even from yourself. The strength you never knew you had. The grit that only emerges when you are flat on your back. The courage that refuses to be drowned by despair. You see, adversity is not a wall. It’s a mirror. It reflects your fears, yes. But more importantly, it reveals your fire. The fire that says, “I’m still here. I may be cracked, but I’m not crushed. I may be wounded, but I’m not worthless.” Setbacks are often set-ups. Joseph was thrown into a pit by his own brothers, sold like a commodity, imprisoned without cause. But in the depth of his darkness, God was painting his path to the palace. Jesus was crucified, but that wasn't the end; it was the beginning of the resurrection. Your failure is not final. Your heartbreak is not your end. The closed door didn’t close to trap you; it closed to redirect you to something higher, deeper, and better. Life will not always hand you comfort, but it will hand you choices. You can rise or you can retreat. You can let the storm drown you or let it teach you how to swim. You can become bitter or become better. The choice is always yours. Listen, that heartbreak is not the end of your story. It might just be the turning point. That failure may be the fertilizer for your future greatness. That rejection may be God’s protection, because He knows the room you were about to enter would have killed the fire in you. If every door opened easily, we would become complacent. But when the door closes, and your knuckles are bruised from knocking, and you’re tempted to sit in the hallway of life, remember this: Closed doors are divine editors. They delete the chapters that no longer serve your purpose. So don’t curse the storm. Sail through it. Don’t hate the pain. Learn from it. Don’t waste your tears. Let them water the roots of your rebirth. Greatness is often born in brokenness. Diamonds are made under pressure. Gold is purified by fire. And your next evolution is hidden inside the thing that tried to destroy you. When life breaks you, don't just ask, “Why me?” Ask, “What now?” Don’t just survive it, mine it. Dig deep until you find the treasure in the trial. And when you rise, and surely you will rise, let the world know that you were not broken by the storm, you were built by it. Your servant, _@ Fr. Albert Nwosu (Nwachinemere)_