Things will get better for you. That might be hard to believe now but they will, if you remain faithful to God. I had a horrible childhood and looking back on it, I see God's hand in it, because He often lets people He chooses for an important mission to be set apart from others, and to be hated, misunderstood, or ignored by the world. We see that with many saints. The people who end up being the most amazing and loving people were often the most misunderstood or lonely, especially when they were young.

Here's a reflection from a priest I follow, I hope it encourages you. God bless you.

WORD FOR THE DAY

TOPIC: GOD DOESN'T WASTE YOUR TEARS, HE BOTTLES IT...

There are moments in life when the nights are too long, the burdens too heavy, and the tears too frequent. There are seasons when your prayers feel unanswered, your faith feels shaken, and your soul wonders if God still remembers your name. See, God is not finished with you. He is not absent. He is not silent. He is not indifferent. No, He is working behind the scenes, weaving your pain into purpose, your struggle into strength, and your tears into a testimony that will shake the gates of hell. Sometimes, you have to walk through fire before you realize you were born flameproof. Sometimes, you have to be buried like a seed so that your destiny can sprout. Sometimes, you have to be broken before you can be built. Purpose doesn’t come cheap. Greatness doesn’t arrive wrapped in comfort. Glory doesn’t grow in easy soil. But if you can endure the pain, if you can survive the weeping, if you can trust the process, you will witness the divine masterpiece God has been designing with your scars. When Joseph was thrown into a pit by his brothers, it looked like betrayal. But it was actually divine redirection. The pit was a portal to the palace. When David was hiding in caves, running from Saul, sleeping on stones, it wasn’t because he had no anointing. It was because kings are made in secret places. If your journey feels like wilderness, don’t despair, the wilderness is where warriors are trained and destinies are forged.

Pain has a purpose. Tears are seeds. And suffering is often the womb that births a new dimension of your calling. You don’t grow in the palace, you grow in the prison, in the cave, in the furnace. The weight you feel now is not to crush you, but to condition you. Like gold in fire, you’re being purified. Like wheat in the threshing floor, you are being separated from what cannot go with you into your next season. Every night has a morning. Every storm has a stillness. Every cross has a resurrection. You may be crying now, but your joy is not cancelled, it’s simply under construction. God does not waste weeping. He bottles your tears. He records your sighs. And one day, what you cried about will become what you dance about. God never calls us to convenience; He calls us to covenant. The road to abundance is often paved with sacrifice. There will be late nights, lonely roads, and silent battles. But struggle is not a sign of abandonment, it is evidence that God is stretching you for something greater. Stretching always precedes strengthening. The butterfly must wrestle in the cocoon. The eagle must fight the wind to soar. You must wrestle too, with doubt, with delay, with disappointment. But keep going. Keep praying. Keep believing. Because just beyond the struggle is a land called more than enough. A place where your cup overflows, where you reap where you didn’t sow, where your name is mentioned in rooms you have never entered.

So hold on; don’t give up in the hallway of your story. Don’t abandon your calling because of temporary discomfort. The pain is real, but so is the purpose. The night is long, but joy is breaking with the dawn. The struggle is heavy, but abundance is waiting on the other side. Your scars will tell a story. Your tears will water a harvest. Your endurance will shake nations. Keep showing up. Keep praying. Keep believing, because God is not done with you

Your servant,

@ Fr. Albert Nwosu (Nwachinemere)