I will never forget that feeling I got when I found out.

We had just received our letter notifying us whether we had passed the Bar or not.

Mind you, this was the culmination of all the hard work, hours spent at the library studying, on Saturdays and Sundays, missing family and friends’ special moments.

It all came down to this one moment.

I couldn’t open the letter alone so I called a friend over to open it for me and tell me the result.

I remember the look in his eye, telling me I didn’t pass.

I broke down.

I had sacrificed an entire summer, staying inside and studying.

I gave up parts of my life.

Three years gone down the drain.

I was broken.

But God had a plan.

I ended up moving to another city to work a temporary job, which paid reasonably well, while I decided whether or not I’d retake it.

During this time in the valley, I learned to trust God but I also starting tapping into the gifts I had ignored during my three years in law school.

I started getting more sleep, taking better care of my health and my spiritual life.

I started to heal, slowly but surely.

During this time, I would get so many comments and questions about my hair and my diet and how I was developing this peace and joy about life.

This pushed me to start my website www.omgiloveyourhair.com to nurture and inspire others to live their dreams, learn how to care for natural hair and take care of their bodies.

While I worked on my life, and did the inner work that needed to be done to gain my confidence and self-esteem back, God was working in the background.

I remember a girlfriend of mine sending me a random email just to say “hi” and telling me about an opportunity that she thought I should apply for especially since it was in Côte d’Ivoire, the place when I’d spent so many happy moments as a child.

I thought, “Hmmm welp might as well try, all they can say is no”.

It had always been in the back of mind that one day, I’d apply for a Fulbright Fellowship so I did.

I shake my head now because you know, God really works in mysterious ways and the universe starts to line up and make things happen in your life.

While scanning my transcripts for the application, I ended up meeting a kindred spirit, with whom I collaborated on several high profile photo shoots and has now become a lifelong friend.

I didn’t go looking for these opportunities, they came to me when I started taking care of myself and becoming responsible for my own life and my own happiness.

Fast-forward, I was accepted and became a Fulbright-Clinton scholar, working in Abidjan, Cote d’Ivoire with the Ministry of Justice, Human Rights Section.

God has the final say.

As I sit here and type this, I could not have imagined that I would be where I am today if God hadn’t closed that door that I had desperately tried to pry open.

I have had my site shared around the world, worked and traveled and met ambassadors, ministers and senators.

So, trust me, when I say, “Don’t Fight God for Your Closed Doors.”

Have you been fighting God for your closed doors?  Tell us about it in the comments section below.

Be Blessed.