Dikembe is collecting some dough doing a GEICO commercial where he goes around blocking, or rejecting, several “shots” saying “not in my house!” It was something he was good at in his NBA years.
Rejection is a part of life Some people handle it well. I don’t. As I wrote my blog that posted yesterday I couldn’t help but think how the words sound great, how Christ is pouring into me, yet rejection – even the fear of it – hurts so much. What has happened to me that causes me to fear rejection so badly? What causes me to let someone get close and then to swat them away and say “not in my house!” The following was on a friends site the other day…
The spirit of Rejection will change your personality. It will put up walls to keep you from being vulnerable. It will create a world of defense mechanisms so you don’t run the risk of being rejected ever again. This fear of being vulnerable caused by the Rejection will destroy your body because it takes your peace and puts the focus on self-protection instead of trust in God and being love to other people.
The solution is to accept that you are accepted in love by God and therefore even if man rejects you or hurts you, you are not rejected. You are accepted regardless of your circumstances because God said so. Let’s ask God to help us see ourselves through His eyes of love so we can reject Rejection and be who we truly were created to be!
I share love with lots of people. I am transparent and very vulnerable with lots of people. I will share the pain of my heart, I will be compassionate, I will love them and the fear of vulnerability does not exist at that level.
There is a love for my fellow man that I give freely and I accept freely and I am not afraid of negative consequences. And there is another love, the love of a special someone, the love of someone I would come to rely on in the most intimate and vulnerable settings, that I am not willing to share or open up to the pain that could come from it.
Three people that I have loved and trusted have ripped at my heart and left deep, gaping wounds in recent years. Wounds take time to heal and mine seem like they heal slowly. Getting older has only seemed to exasperate the healing process. I think some people get impatient with me. Others have given up that I will ever heal. Maybe it’s that I am too patient…or, a better way of saying it, I am comfortable with the walls that protect my heart from another rejection.
Christ healed Paul’s wounds relatively quickly. I have no doubt He can do it when and where He feels it most appropriate. Paul had a very important mission and a calling that left little time for slow healing. I wonder what my situation is. Has Jesus called me to a quicker healing and I wouldn’t accept it? Or, is He allowing my wounds to heal slowly while preparing me for the next step?
I do believe in His power to heal. I do believe in His power to pour into me the way He poured into Paul.
I just wish I knew the timing.
Grace and peace.