Have you ever gotten played so much that you thought maybe you had a problem? Maybe you weren’t funny enough or attractive enough or talented enough. Maybe that’s why time and time again, you’ve received nothing but rejection?
I read anyesterday about submitting to God that was so right on time for me and I wanted to share it with you all. You might be asking, now what does rejection and submitting to God have to do with one another? Well, allow me to let you see how it all works in my head.
Her whole life, the writer assumed that submitting to God meant He would handle everything for her. Whatever big decisions were coming up in her life, from work to relationships, she was depending on God to lead.
I was right along with her. Same story. Each time I’ve had to deal with something difficult, I’d run to God. And each time I did, I heard no response. So I began to think, clearly, God isn’t getting my messages. Maybe He was too busy with the world falling apart to hear my sad story. But I couldn’t help but feel (and still feel) slighted.
God, how many times do I have to be rejected before You hear my plea for help??
But the writer realized, maybe there’s a different way to submit. Maybe if she worked hard and did what she could, she could then present her works to God saying, “This is the best I can do. I’ve given You everything I have. But I realize I might have missed some things. Will You make it better?” She realized that putting in effort, taking the reigns of her life and then showing God what she’s come up with was better than sitting around waiting for Him to hand her something. I mean, he already did hand her something: breath in her lungs.
She then made a statement that really stuck with me.
“What if we labored over our lives, day and night, trying to make them beautiful?”
I read that over and over again.
I thought that’s what I was doing. I thought I’ve been doing the best that I can but that’s not true. I didn’t plan on writing this post. I didn’t know when I was going to bring myself to write my next post. When I’m going through something, the last thing I want to do is write. I feel like the words won’t flow. As a matter of fact, that’s when the words flow the most!
I woke up today with thaton my mind and I knew that I couldn’t give up. I couldn’t let the rejections from life weigh me down. I have to keep trying, keep working, keep believing. And once I’m done, I have to offer what I have to God and believe that He will make it better. So I guess today I’m gonna try again, amidst all of the rejections. Thanking God for reminding me of His protection.