Rejection Was the Setup For The Release - Not Picked—God is So Good

 

I’ve learned to love being the outcast.

There’s peace in being overlooked, underestimated, and even misunderstood. When people don’t have expectations of you, you’re free to live life without the pressure to perform. It doesn’t mean I don’t operate as a woman of God, or in excellence or keep my word—those things are a part of my character. But it does mean I don’t live for applause. I live for peace.

Full transparency—sometimes I seek to be rejected on purpose, just for laughs and a little giggles. It's hilarious.

But I thank God for a husband sees me.

When I had lost all hope and completely given up, he didn’t just speak life into me—he went to war for me. He pulled me out of a dark place I didn’t think I’d ever escape.

He helped me. He made me feel seen. He made me feel beautiful again.

Some days, I wish there were words big enough to say “thank you.” But until then, I’ll just keep loving him louder.

My husband and I recently talked about friendships. He’s a social one—always encouraging me to open up and connect more. And I appreciate the sentiment. I do have a few people I call for real conversation. But as far as surrounding myself with a people who don’t have my best interests at heart? That’s not a life I want.

There’s something sacred about solitude. Something powerful about not needing validation from people who never truly saw you anyway. And through that stillness, I realized something deeper—God is in the rejection.

Scripture says “The stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone.” That’s not just a poetic line—it’s a sign that if you haven't been rejected you can't rise. We've all experienced it. We've all been thrown away, or overlooked by someone, corporation, or group. But this scripture teaches us that it's apart of  Heaven's crowns.

There were jobs I prayed for—positions I believed were perfect for me—and still, I was rejected.

I have so many stories—moments where I was rejected, overlooked, and made to feel invisible.

As the oldest child, I was never the favorite. That title belonged to my brother, and my mother didn’t hide it. Her love for him was open and undeniable—while with me, it felt like I had to earn every ounce of attention.

Sometimes, it even seemed like family preferred my others over me. Imagine that—watching your own family light up more for someone outside the family.

Growing up, I often felt rejected by my own family—mainly because of my complexion. I could make a suggestion, and it would be brushed off like it didn’t matter. But let my cousin say the exact same thing, and suddenly everyone was on board.

For a long time, I didn’t see myself as beautiful. It wasn’t until God whispered to my spirit, “You are beautiful just as you are,” that I finally started to believe it.

Friends I loved often betrayed me. Stalked me, harassed, and slept with boyfriends. Despite having more than me. 

Before I met my husband, there was a man who was once interested in me. But he never pursued me—because in his mind, I didn’t meet a certain status. Instead, he dated someone he believed was more “his type.” Ironically, she turned out to be everything he didn’t want. He spent years trying to mold her into something she could never be—me. And when he couldn't he got mad at me for not dating him. Stalked me and harassed me for dating my then boyfriend. Telling me I was supposed to be his wife.

And I could go on...

Now, I don’t know why any woman would waste her life trying to become someone else. We are each uniquely crafted. Designed by the Creator with purpose, personality, and power. You can imitate someone’s style, copy their speech, mirror their moves—but even a clone can’t replace the original. So why not just be you?

Looking back, I realized that rejection from that man wasn’t a loss—it was protection. Every time God allows someone to walk away, it’s because He’s preparing someone better to walk in. I’ve stopped taking rejection personally. I see it as divine redirection. When the door closes, I don’t force it—I praise. Because I know: it’s all God. It’s always been God.

Even Jesus was rejected. Spit on. Denied. Crucified. But that wasn’t the end of the story. He had to be rejected—it was part of the plan. People often preach the cross, but they forget the throne. He is risen and now sits at the right hand of the Father. Just imagine that level of elevation—rejected by man, but exalted by God.

So yes, I like being the outcast. Because in that rejection, I’ve found God’s protection, His promotion, and His peace. And honestly? That’s better than popularity any day.

What I’ve learned is this: when God has something for you, it will be yours. No matter what obstacles come, no matter who tries to block or take it—what He’s ordained can’t be denied.

God won’t reject what He’s chosen. But that doesn’t mean we can take His favor for granted. There’s a window of grace, and if we’re not careful, we can forfeit it.

So always honor His blessings. Walk humbly. Stay grateful. And never forget who gave it to you in the first place.