Rejection. I don't handle it well. It's like the kiss of death for this recovering people pleaser. But, as bad as I hate it, I have encountered it quite a bit, especially over the last several years of life.
I want to belong to something. To be accepted. Sometimes to a fault. Sometimes so much that it consumes me. Gets me off track. Distracted. Often distraught.
So, I breathed a sigh of relief this morning when I read this:
1 Peter 2:4
"As you come to him, the living Stone—rejected by humans but chosen by God and precious to him—"
When I approach Jesus, I am not coming to One who doesn't understand that empty feeling of being left out, the sting of a turned back, the ache of a push as the circle closes. No, I am approaching One who is well acquainted with rejection.
But, in this I find hope. Jesus' rejection qualified Him for the cross. Multiple times in the Old Testament, it was prophesied that he would be "despised and rejected." (Is. 53) It was as if the rejection was one of his qualifications for the Cross.
So, could it be that the rejection that I experience could be qualifying me for a calling on my life? Could it mean that I stop wallowing in my victimization and embrace the very thing that God could use to prepare me for what is next?
I would love to hear your thoughts.