I'm just going to be straight up honest in this post. If you don't want to hear my honest thoughts, don't read them. No one is making you.
I'm currently reading "So Long Insecurity, you've been a bad friend to us" by Beth Moore. My bible study is reading through it, and it's amazing. We are reading three chapters a week, and I am currently reading through the one that has hit me the most. It's chapter five in the book, and they are talking about different things that can cause our insecurities. I haven't finished the chapter, but I have finished the part that pretty much hit me in the face. But before I continue, let me rewind.
Years ago, there was this boy. He was my best friend. We hung out literally every day for months. Then one day we kissed, and after that we were together for a long time. I thought he was my everything. (Which was my first problem- only God is your everything! A boy will never complete you, only God will!) Anyway, I was crazy about him. Then one day, I broke up with him. It was the beginning of summer when I broke it off. We spent the next five months figuring out what we were or what we were going to be. During those five months, we changed our minds a lot. One day one of us would want to get back together, but the other wouldn't. It flip flopped for awhile. This continued until October or November, I don't really remember when.
I do remember one conversation we had during those five months though. I don't remember much about those five months, they are actually the most vague in our whole relationship to me. Probably because they were full of pain and I try to block them out. But this one conversation... I remember it like it happened last night.
It was the beginning of July. We were sitting in his driveway in my car talking about where to go from here. I had started the conversation, because I had been praying about if for weeks and finally felt like the Lord was leading me back to him. I explained this to him, and was completely expecting the same response from him. But, this is what he said. "I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want you to think that I never loved you. I loved you more than I've ever loved anyone before. But I don't anymore. You aren't the girl for me. I just want to be friends."
Bam. Rejection.
Which is what Beth Moore talks about in chapter five. That night, my heart shattered. I was numb, lost, confused, and broken. And I remained that way for weeks, months, possibly even years. When that boy and I finally went our separate ways, it was because I couldn't live with the threat of being rejected by him anymore so I just cut him off entirely. Even now if I really think about it, it breaks my heart all over again. Not the fact that that boy did't want me... he isn't the one for me, and I'm completely over him. It's the rejection that I'm not over.
Have you ever felt that before? Rejection? It sucks. And just like Beth Moore said, it can be the root of our worst insecurities. She talks about what it feels like when you are first rejected. This is what she says:
"No matter the source, the shout translates into the language of the soul as one jolting message: I do not want you. Here's the even trickier part: nothing elicits quicker concurrence on our part than feeling rejected. Our equally deceptive agreement with the original lie doubles the strength of the bond, and through that betraying handshake, we find ourselves nodding. You are so right. I'm not worth wanting. I'm not worth loving. I'm not even worth liking. I'm not worth pursuing. I'm not worth fighting for. I'm not worth keeping. I'm not even worth noticing."
Wow. Those are the exact thoughts that go through your mind when you are rejected like that. On the next page, she goes on to say this: "Taken badly enough, rejection can muster up some temporary insanity. Reflect on your own history, and I imagine you'd come up with the same summation that I would: the craziest, most uncharacteristic things I've ever done have occurred in the wake of major rejection. It's insecurity with a fever." Wow! How true is that? When I think back to some of the crazy things I said and did after that rejection, it's humiliating! It's so refreshing to hear that I'm not the only one who has gone through momentary insanity after a major rejection! (ha)
Rejection. It hurts. And like Beth Moore said, it can cause insecurities for years, if not for the rest of your life. Like I said earlier, it's not the boy that I'm still hurting over. He's long been out of my life and I don't give him a second thought. It's the sting of the rejection that lingers. Here is how Beth ended this segment of the chapter. I love how she worded it, so I'm going to quote her again.
"If you've suffered a serious case of rejection, you need to make sure that you're letting God tend to it. Each root we've mentioned so far is painful, but this one is poisonous. Putting up a front doesn't work. God knows exactly what happened and what toll it took. He knows the number it played on your mind. Let Him bring you peace. Let Him tell you you're worth wanting, loving, even liking, pursuing, fighting for, and yes, beloved, keeping. Whatever you do, don't reject the only One wholly incapable of rejecting you."
I have chosen you and not rejected you. So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. Isaiah 41:9-10