Rejection
The definition means – (1) to refuse or accept, consider, use
or submit to (2) to refuse to hear, receive, or admit: repel (3) to rebuff or
without love from (4) to throw out esp. as useless or unsatisfactory (5) to subject
to the immunological process of sloughing off (foreign tissue).
That’s all well and good until it is experienced first-hand,
especially when it comes to the heart, and even more when it comes from those
who are supposed to love us.
I’ve always heard that there are two constants, God’s love
and a mother’s love; that those are two givens, and the two most taken for
granted. While I agree with the taking
for granted part, I only half agree with the first part. I do think God’s love is constant and
never-changing, but I’ve experienced firsthand that a mother’s love doesn’t
come unconditionally. I’ve also heard it
stated that a mother’s love is natural, an affection given at the time of
birth. Turn on your news and you’ll
discover that isn’t true at all. Just
because a woman gives birth to a child, doesn’t mean she becomes naturally
endowed with a mother’s love. Actually,
I don’t think love is natural at all.
Emotions are natural, but love – love is supernatural. However, this article isn’t about love, but
about rejection.
I’ve observed countless of hurting people in this world, and
one of the main common denominators to their pain is rejection – either from a
parent, a child, a spouse, a sibling or a friend. I’ve known my share of rejection, a bit from
every category, yet I don’t allow that rejection to define me, or cause me to
give up on my life. I’ve found strength
in the most uncommon of places – in the acceptance of me. My
value, my worth, my beauty, my confidence and my assurance doesn’t come from
the acceptance or rejection of anyone else, but myself. If it came from anyone else, I’d already be a
failure, because I’ve received more rejection in my life than acceptance,
especially from those who are supposed to ‘naturally’ love and accept me.
This is the main reason why I love the Harry Potter
series. It’s not for the magic, the
adventure or even the battle of good vs. evil, but simply because it’s an
example of a boy who grew up rejected and unloved, but had enough character and strength to choose to love in return, instead of
allowing that rejection to turn him into a victim. I found hope in Harry. He truly was the ‘boy who lived’, because he
LIVED – every moment and every day with a heart wide open; with a heart that
had been battered, bruised and abandoned.
It was love that protected him in the end – not the love others had for
him, but the love he had for others.
Harry rose above rejection, and perhaps we can too.
There was another who chose to love after being rejected and
despised. Yet, he gave his life for us
all - Jesus.
Till next time,
~T.L. Gray
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