Friday, July 13, 2012


"Praise be to God, who has not rejected my prayer or withheld His love from me." Psalm 66:20 (NIV)


Its barbs pierce the heart, the soul, the mind, and the spirit.

Its scars can last a lifetime.

The ravages of rejection are not bound by age, social status, gender, or outward appearance.

Rejection is not a stranger to anyone. Each of us have fallen victim to its pernicious jabs in one way or another...probably multiple times over the course of our lives.

In our early years, being last to be picked for the kickball team, excluded from a game on the playground, the mailbox devoid of a party invitation, ending up in the redbird reading group rather than the bluebirds (which everyone knew was tops) could be among our remembrances.

Adolescence likely assaulted us all at some point. Not making the cut for a ball team or cheerleading squad. Being shunned from the "in" group. Knowing there was no way you'd end up on the homecoming court. Going unnoticed by the boy of your dreams.

Even in adulthood, we're surely not immune. Getting passed by for a promotion. Receiving a rejection letter. Being betrayed by a friend. A family member that rejects your love. A spouse that doesn't seem to know you exist. A spouse that leaves.

In its simpler forms, like the whole kickball team scenario, we undoubtedly recover.

On the other hand, the rejection of those we love...a parent, a child, a spouse, a friend...can seem insurmountable.

However, we can find consolation in this.

Jesus understands.

"He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering....and by His wounds we are healed." Isaiah 53:3,5b

Not only are we ultimately "healed" from the disease of our sin, but we can find healing in His compassion...His knowing our pain...and the reality of His unfathomable love for us. That we are chosen by the God of the universe. Adopted. Handpicked. Known. Adored.

Lord, when rejection threatens to undo us, help us to turn to You...the one who chooses, accepts, forgives, and loves beyond our imagination. Thank You for making us Your own.



Susan Stilwell said...

I just emailed one of our mutual friends about this very same thing. It can be so disheartening when those we love discourage us. Those life-sucking words have to be "Philippians 4:8-ed" on a regular basis, or we can feel like we're in emotional quicksand.

GREAT thoughts, Kristi. Thanks for sharing!
Love you :)

Kristi Butler said...

You are such a precious friend. Thanks for being the wonderful encourager that you SO many! You are a great blessing!

Love you, Susan!