Rejected, Not Dejected*

I have been thinking today about rejection and failure. They are experiences that seem to go hand-in-hand. When we are rejected, we feel that we have failed. We interpret the rejection as a statement against us: I’m not good enough. So, then, we try to be better. We work to please. We think there must be something we can do.

Well, I guess in some cases there is something we can do. We can practice more, or improve our credit score, or take a class. There could still be other reasons we are rejected, though. We have to be careful to not read too much into it. Sometimes, rejection is really a blessing. It might be preventing us from making a move we’ll really end up regretting. God can use rejection to keep us in His will. So, we have to take it all with prayer and grace. When our lives are in God’s hands, we can trust Him with everything that happens to us—even rejection.

Still, some rejection is pretty hard to accept. I’m thinking of the rejection we feel when we are in a relationship with someone we love and trust. It could be a friendship, a family member, or even our most intimate relationship: marriage. When that person suddenly turns us away, it’s very hard to know how to trust God with those feelings. We want that person to tell us why they have cast us out of their life. What did we do? Can we take it back? Can we have a second chance? We promise to try harder next time. I think it is almost impossible to take our love being rejected in stride.

I guess it’s so hard, because love isn’t supposed to be rejected. We might want to redefine a relationship. Maybe, some boundaries need to be established. That’s a good thing. That’s healthy for all concerned, and gives everyone something to work on. Just because we love someone doesn’t mean we might not have violated their trust. Maybe, they trusted us to keep our temper, or remember their birthday. Breaking trust doesn’t have to mean breaking relationship. It doesn’t have to mean rejecting love. It might just mean we are loved by someone who is still working on becoming the person they need to be, and isn’t there a chance we all fall into that category? Maybe, you always remember your manners, but maybe you do other things that aren’t so great.

I think there is a place for forgiveness in every relationship. You know, we all have our problems. God knows this, and I think that is why He writes so much in His Word about loving and forgiving, treating people the way we would want to be treated (if we were in their shoes). The Bible even tells us that when we bear with (put up with) a person who has fallen short from what is right, we are actually fulfilling the law of Christ for ourselves. That’s an amazing thing to me. Here is a passage from the Bible that speaks so clearly to this. It is irrefutable.

Galatians 6:1-5 (Amplified)

1) Brethren, if any person is overtaken in misconduct or sin of any sort, you who are spiritual [who are responsive to and controlled by the Spirit] should set him right and restore and reinstate him, without any sense of superiority and with all gentleness, keeping an attentive eye on yourself, lest you should be tempted also.

2) Bear (endure, carry) one another’s burdens and troublesome moral faults, and in this way fulfill and observe perfectly the law of Christ (the Messiah) and complete what is lacking [in your obedience to it].

3) For if any person thinks himself to be somebody [too important to condescend to shoulder another’s load] when he is nobody [of superiority except in his own estimation], he deceives and deludes and cheats himself.

4) But let every person carefully scrutinize and examine and test his own conduct and his own work. He can then have the personal satisfaction and joy of doing something commendable [in itself alone] without [resorting to] boastful comparison with his neighbor.

5) For every person will have to bear (be equal to understanding and calmly receive) his own [little] load [of oppressive faults].

When you consider what the Word says, it does make it easier to see that a person who is rejecting you is actually the one with the problem. They may point at you and tell you that it’s all your fault, but the Bible says we’re not supposed reject each other for being flawed. The Bible says we are actually cheating ourselves. Imagine that!

I suppose this may not ease the pain you might be feeling, but I hope it will encourage you. I hope it helps you realize that you aren’t a failure. Yes, you have areas where you need to improve, but the Father loves you just as you are, and He won’t turn you away. He will help you become all He calls you to be, and will not leave you alone in that struggle. As for those dear people you love who have rejected you? Well, just because they won’t bear you, doesn’t mean you can’t bear them. Work on forgiving them, remember to pray for them, and don’t stop loving them in your heart. One day, the Lord may surprise you and bring restoration to relationships you thought were forever gone.

One last thought: we who have felt the sting of rejection do not stand alone. We have good company with the Lord, who is daily rejected, cursed, slandered, and hated. None of us have suffered as He did for our sake, so we cannot relate to Him. However, He can relate to us. In His loving embrace, the cutting wounds of rejection find comfort and healing. I urge you to turn to Him your sadness and pain.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends. I hope and pray you get to share a table with people who love and accept you just the way you are today, and are willing to walk with you as you become all God intends for you. That will be a lot to be thankful for, don’t you think?

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Stop Hating Fat

I sincerely try not to share any link to skin, but this is important.

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Today I read an article about the new Calvin Klein model. Her name is Myla Delbesio, and she is getting a lot of attention for being plus-sized. How plus-sized? She is a whopping size 10.

Yes, you read that right. Here is the article link, but to spare you any offense, I quote:

Booking an underwear campaign for such an iconic brand would be a coup for any model. But it’s especially notable for Dalbesio, who, at a size 10, is what the fashion industry would—still, surprisingly—call “plus size.” (“In fact, not so long ago plus size models were around size 10-12, but that number has recently shrunk to an 8,” said Cosmopolitan earlier this year, while PLUS Model concurs that models “between size 6 and size 14” are typically considered plus size.)

Pretty stunning, isn’t it? This model spent years abusing her body, just to get to a “straight size,” which means a size 0-6. After nine years, she has finally found acceptance for 42-inch hips. Hallelujah!

As crazy as this all sounds, it is all true. Women friends, be strong and be well. Thin? Well, if that’s your genetic disposition, you’ll just have to live with it. If you look through family photos, though, and see a lot of pudgy ladies, maybe those extreme efforts you are taking in order to be a “straight size” are really just compromising your future health and present contentment. It may be time to stop hating your fat, and start loving your life. Eat well and move your body as much as you can every day. Build all the muscle you can build, but stop the madness. This woman is news, because she is a size 10! The fashion gods of Calvin Klein deemed her good enough to sell their underwear. And, not even their “regular” underwear, mind you. This is how they describe it:

The Perfectly Fit line was created to celebrate and cater to the needs of different women, and these images are intended to communicate that our new line is more inclusive and available in several silhouettes in an extensive range of sizes.

Emphasis is all mine.

Ladies, something’s wrong here, and I think the answer is staring back at us in the mirror. You know, that full-length mirror. The one you keep trying to avoid. We can’t blame the menfolk for this. We have got to own our own compliance with a manufactured norm that was devised to build an industry that earns 40 billion dollars ($40,000,000,000!) a year off of our self-loathing.

Stop the madness, women! This is ridiculous. You have the power to say, “No! I refuse to believe this lie that says beauty is defined by a number.” If you don’t, nothing will change. If nothing changes, do you really think they’ll ever stop putting on the squeeze?

Listen, I know that number on the scale is a heartbreak for some of you. I understand. This is all you have ever known of your worth. It has always been determined by a number. I know women desperate to please their husbands who never stop reminding them they don’t add up. I totally get that. I live in America, too. But, because I live in America I know I have the freedom to change my thinking. I have the right to say, “No.” Wives, your weight is a matter between you and your doctor. If your husband cares that you aren’t taking care of your health, that’s another matter all together. Thank God for that man, and go for a walk. Just remember that a number on a scale cannot be the sole indicator of your health. Being fat does not mean being unhealthy. It means being FAT. Can fat lead to certain diseases? Well, yes, it can. So can breathing air. So can drinking booze. (Do we really want to go there?)

I may have gotten myself into a whole mess of trouble here, but I hear it too often. Women hating themselves, because they’re fat. Women occupying good brain space with Lose Those Fat Toes, or Five Secrets of Thin Nazis. It is time we begin to discern what is truth, and what is really just a massive attempt to distract us from living the life God has given us to live. Sisters, we will all stand before the Lord one day, and I can guarantee you there will not be a bathroom scale at His throne. The Lord will not calculate your BMI at the Pearly Gates.

Am I saying it is more holy to be fat? Absolutely not! I am just asking you to recognize the oppression of striving for a number on the scale, and to not let any number determine your worth. We have precious few days on this earth. None of us know the hour we will be called into His presence. Should we really be giving so much time, money, and effort to something that is most certainly of this earth?

“Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: for where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” (Matthew 6:19-21, KJV)

For the Love of Things

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A friend once told me, “Your stuff is how your kids know they’re in the right house.” I thought that was a pretty great perspective. Stuff has a purpose, and should have a place. It means something. It tells a story.

One of my responsibilities during this season has been the sorting and organizing of stuff, those things my Mother-in-Law treasured and that I believe she would not want lost or forgotten. She did not have the opportunity to do this job herself, and though we did not share a very intimate relationship, I know her. I remember how much she loved certain things, and I can read those secret signs she left behind her.

The care with which she did everything is undeniable—I always admired her attention to detail. Oh, I was plenty intimidated by her perfection, but most of all she inspired me. Walking through her home, without her here to welcome us, was discomforting. Yet, her aesthetic is everywhere. She is expressing herself through everything that fills this house. Not a single knickknack would have just been put on a shelf. Everything was placed where she thought it would create an impression. Her choices are so telling. This note the Saxophone Player wrote so long ago (pictured above), is neatly framed and prominently featured where every guest will see it. When I see it, I think of the joy her saxophone playing son still brings her. I am glad she will get to see him again tomorrow. I am even gladder I get to see him in just two short hours.

It pains my heart to know her hands will never touch these things again, but I hope I am paying tribute to her in how I am trying to care for them. Sifting through boxes of odds and ends, I find a memento from a college dance. In a box in the garage, marked “Donate,” I find a baby picture of my Father-in-Law. In her closet, his high school diploma peaks out from behind a shoe box. Evidence of the disease that torments her, and a reminder I am doing the right thing. Love is patient. It takes time to sort through every scrap of paper, finding the postcard to her granddaughter that never got sent – a love note that might have been lost.

As challenging as it has been to be here, leaving may end up being the most difficult thing of all. I am so grateful to have gotten to be a part of caring for my Mother-in-Law, and helping preserve her treasures. I hope I have honored her and helped extend her touch. I look forward to going to Hannah’s home one day and finding something that tells of this remarkable woman.