What God Would Say to the Rejected Woman

My journey with rejection began at a young age. It began with an earthly father who didn’t want to be my dad, and it continued into adolescence where I trudged through school as the weirdo, outcast, the square peg who never fit in just right. The mantle of rejection followed me into college with a string of fruitless, broken romances, and it stuck around throughout my twenties because I never seemed good enough. It culminated with a big fat divorce, complete with my feelings like I bore the Scarlet Letter D on my chest for all to see.

The path of rejection, no matter where it starts, takes on a treacherous trek for any person who unknowingly begins to walk in it day by day. It takes on different outward appearances as you go. For some it carries a cloak of depression, for others low self esteem. It manifests in titles like anorexia, obesity, or promiscuity. It delights in negative habits like alcoholism, addiction, and the inability to trust in scary words like love. Regardless of the root cause, this lie digs its claws in deep, and escape sometimes never occurs. You exist within the jaws of rejection, a tasty morsel for the Prince of Lies.

You may never hear over the roar of hurt, betrayal, and pain the voice of truth that whispers constantly, but if you did, this is what it would say.

What God Would Say to the Rejected Woman

You are mine. My beloved. You can never run too far for my hand to rescue. 

Your name is beloved. It’s not unloved. Your name is daughter; it’s not loser, trash, or even whore. You aren’t ugly, fat, or even plain. But you are my lovely child. 

You come from a royal priesthood, and as a child of the One True King, you are royalty as well. You are a princess. 

You’re not your past. You’re not your present. You’re not even your future fear. You’re what I have destined you to be, and no mistakes you make can take you from my graces. 

You’re not what others see, what others say, or even what they think. You’re not the deserted daughter, abandoned lover, or even the discarded wife. You’re precious. You’re precious in my sight.