Rejection tells you that you are really not that important. When you have been rejected for most of your life, you tend to have a low self worth, and it becomes very easy to let others hurt you over and over and over. It literally took me 40 years to realize that I do have worth and value - God created me, and He doesn't create anything that has no value or worth. I had a vision of the horrible person people have painted me to be, and I realized that person never even existed. Then I had another vision of that false person being nailed to the cross with Christ. Now I am not crowded and tainted by that false person posing as me. All that being said - the hurt is still there. I'm really not sure how to deal with it other than distancing myself from the source for a while. I tread on a thin line of trying not to let that hurt turn into bitterness. I try to forgive, but the heart is fragile. I no longer want to open up my heart to people that are not safe places for my heart. Unfortunately, I am not wired to have relationships that are only on the surface. I'm not good at spending time with people that I don't want to have deep relationships with - to me time is very valuable and precious, so why waste it on people that only hurt you even when those people are family? That is where I stay torn because family is one of the top priorities in my life. Maybe one day I will figure it out, but that day is truly not now.
Last week in the midst of all of this revelation and hurt I was experiencing - I was driving down the road and before me in the sky appeared a great big heart made of smoke from one of the Blue Angels. Wow - I was mesmerized. It was one of those 'God totally touched my heart' moments - made me smile from the inside out! Chuck and I went to watch the Blue Angels this past Saturday. Watching them made me so emotional, but I couldn't figure out why. God reminded me of the first time I ever saw fireworks. It was just me and my daddy in Las Vegas, NV. He took me outside in my PJs, and we sat on the curb and watched. I was so amazed at the beauty of it, and looking back I loved the special moment that I shared with my daddy. As weird as it seems, watching the Blue Angels and the amazement of that reminded me of that sacred memory. I loved being there with my special man (my sweet hubby) watching the jets in the sky reflecting on all that I love and hold dear. When you need it the most, God surprises you in the most glorious of ways!
I loved my heart in the sky!
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