Shhh. Come close, I have a secret to share. Ready? Here it is. Not everyone likes me. Not a shocker? I didn’t think so. Reality. It’s harsh. And as a recovering people pleaser, my skin isn’t very thick. I know that it is trendy to be strong and blow away insults with a single confident puff followed by a quick hair toss, but that’s not me. And truth be told, I don’t think that is suppose to be me either. My heart is tender. Nurturing is my nature.
While bundling a reptilian tough fabric around my feelings isn’t God’s design for me, neither are my current methods for handling situations that leave me feeling vulnerable and unworthy. This past week, through several different circumstances, I felt as though God whispered in my ear, “We are going to deal with the issue of rejection for once and for all.” When my gut reaction was to think Oh, no, I don’t want to go there, He replied, “Angela, sweetheart, you live there. You need to get out of that run down shack for good. Now, pick up your chin and let’s get moving.”
And move we did. In fact, we’re still moving and it’s not a care free stroll along the beach. It’s a grueling climb on a frozen, rocky terrain. And I ache. From deep within, I ache.
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