From my experiences when a God closes a door, the one He opens is always better than I could have ever imagined. More often than not, I am completely redirected, set on a path I never would have seen without divine intervention. I recall desperately needing a job at one point in my life. I applied to a prison close to my neighborhood and was told at the end of the interview, “They would be in contact with a start date.” I came home and celebrated with my husband. I waiting anxiously for the call. The next week I received a letter in the mail stating I was not chosen for employment. I was divested and confused as to why the change in decision. Not long after the let down I received a call from the employer that directed me into the career I am in today.
I was told a short time later that the prison offered mandatory 12 hour shifts with additional hours when the next shift didn’t show. Holidays were always worked in rotation and benefits were lacking. I believe God felt the need to redirect me. For more reasons than one, and probably many I can’t even see, I was not meant to work at a prison. I am blessed to have the career I have now and know God has had his hand in many aspects of my life. I strive to live a Christ centered lifestyle and ask His blessing in every direction I take. I know after all, that if God doesn’t have his hand in it, it will never prosper. Without His blessings, nothing succeeds. If it does, I don’t want it. Do you have a time when God redirected you? I would love to hear about it in the comments. Thank you for reading and God bless.
Heather Congrove 
Faith is powerful
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Ah yes, when God closes a door… I just wish He’d leave a crack open so I can at least feel the breeze or, you know, escape the room I didn’t know I was locked in. I’m not saying I don’t appreciate divine redirection—He’s got a great track record, sure—but maybe we could work on the communication method? Burning bushes were clearer. Now it’s just cryptic job rejections and broken Keurigs.
I too once thought I was walking into my purpose—turned out I was walking into a call center. I prayed for “opportunity.” God said, “Sure!” and I ended up selling printer ink to angry dentists in Milwaukee. Closed door. Slammed. Locked. Bolted. Smoke alarm went off.
But then another door opened. A job I never applied for, a boss who liked sarcasm, and an office chair that didn’t make a sound like a dying sea lion every time I sat down. Hallelujah. Divine detour achieved.
So yes, I agree—when God shuts a door, it’s often because He sees what’s behind it: unpaid overtime, existential dread, or Denise from HR. And when He opens one, it’s not just better—it comes with decent benefits and sometimes even a coffee machine that works.
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