Dear Ms. Rejection


Sometimes, circumstances don’t go our way so, we try to fill them with things that excite us. When such situations occur, some people eat or drink excessively, while others sleep it off thinking things will get better in the morning.

Some people go for a jog or become super snappy and touchy. When things don’t go my way, I listen to music and calm down.

I believe, there is a cancer eating into our being. It is the cancer of Rejection.


We are unable to move past Rejection. We remember, analyze and reminiscence about it. We regret the mistakes we made and carry the guilt of pretending to be who we are not.

Rejection is the thief of our soul. Etched into our minds is the scenario that led to the rejection. It consistently steals from our future, making it look bleak, while sapping the energy to fight for the future we so desire. Though we expect our past to stay in the past, it intentionally pokes into our future.

After half a century of being around different women across three continents, I concluded, the Eve generation needs help…I need help.

What do I do with rejection?

I decided to write a letter.


Dear Ms. Rejection,

I am the girl.

I am the girl, ready to expose you. You are too heavy a load to carry so, I am dropping you. Still, I need help.

I am the girl who should have stayed in school and studied, but decided to go wild. Now I’m saddled with two toddlers and impatient with them as they cry:

I need help!

I am the girl close to forty and without a husband, who dresses half naked, to attract men:

I need help!

I am the young girl who smokes and drinks in rebellion and sleeps with my boyfriend to keep him:

I need help!

I am the girl who feels awkward with her husband and can’t be naked with him in the room because of the low self esteem I have from the extra body weight I gained over the years:

I need help!

I am that fifteen-year-old, with an infatuation and a soul tie to my teacher. The relationship led to sex and years after, dating has become a game after my teacher used me:

I need help!

I am the toddler, who ran to her dad when he got back from a business trip, only to be yelled at, instead of being embraced by him. Now I find it difficult to relate with him:

I need help!

Fast forward to my children. I heard my daughter weeping as she needed a hug from me. But I was engrossed in a conversation with my friend so, I shouted at her and she crawled away quietly, never to seek a hug from me again unless I asked of her:

She needs help!

Rejection, you have ruled my life far too long, but not anymore! I am ready to take charge and stop looking through the rear mirror while driving my car- called my life.

I’m taking a risk exposing you, but I know I will get clothed by God. I choose to wear divine strength as a garment. My divine strength is the Lord Jesus Christ.

Rejection, I might not able to get rid of you instantly, but I am ready to apply the Word to eliminate you totally.

Goodbye Rejection, so long!


When I dug into my past while writing this letter, all that I encountered from the ‘grave’ were statements of rejection. The most ridiculous and unthinkable actions I have taken, were in the wake of a major rejection.

In that grave, I learned to lean on the resurrection power of grace and dignity. Now, I choose to depend on God in tough times and not take regrettable actions, but apply biblical principles to each situation.

9 I took you from the ends of the earth; from its farthest corners I called you.
I said, ‘You are my servant’; I have chosen you and have not rejected you.
10 So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

(Isaiah 41:9-10)

The first step is to decide to put an end to rejection. I have taken that step today; I have made the decision to shut the door on rejection.

I will not be spiteful. I understand the gravity of work that I must do, hence I will be diligent in all I do to get rid of rejection. I will fill my mouth with God’s Word, seasoned in grace and dignity.

You made him a little lower than angels and crowned him with glory and dignity. (Psalm 8:5)

I am joint heir with Christ. God gave me dignity because I am made in His image and likeness. He crowned me with glory and dignity, because of the worth, respect and honour He bestowed upon me.

Thank you, Lord!


  1. Thanks Pastor Tope, this helps the journey of my life. More anointing in Jesus name.

  2. What a wonderful topic. Just had a discussion with a colleague about being left out among the group and how much I was hurting. We just have to find strength in God’s word and know that we are special regardless of how people may make us feel due to our color or race.
    Thank you so much for this message. I really needed the boost.

    Judith Ewere.

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