The world's rejection is God's protection.

I've never been a fan of rejection, whether it be a situation, a friend, acquaintance or boy. As I move forward on my journey, I have come to realize that the world's rejection is God's protection. We become so engulfed in how we should look, act, dress, eat, smile, and live our everyday lives, we forget about the One who brought us into this measley, messed up, and unforgiving world. I spoke with a dear friend of mine earlier and she was genuinely upset about a situation with a jerk of a boy who does not deserve to walk this earth. As I was listening to her story, I was thinking to myself - this was me four years ago. Here I was, dating a man I thought I was going to marry, and after one fight after another, it was over. Next thing I knew, he had moved on with his life. I will add a disclaimer that there are no hard feelings, and I am very grateful for the experienes and lessons I have learned over these past handful of years. My point is, I am simply flabbergasted that we, the ladies, and maybe the guys (?) decide to alter something about themselves just to impress or keep their significant other around. I am nowhere near perfect, and I have been a culprit and a victim of it as well. I am so thankful that God has the patience and the unconditional love to wrap us under His arms and let us feel what it's like to be truly loved.

Now let me add that this is not a boy-bashing post, because rejection can come in all forms (I know from experience). There was a professor in my major that tried to convince me to not pursue Speech Pathology and basically rejected me as someone who would prosper. Now maybe I'm going out on a limb here, but isn't the purpose of a professor to encourage us along our ways of earning a degree? And the minute I stepped out of the prof's doors and out of the prof's class, I realized that this was Satan trying to bring me down, and hense, reject me. After many tears of anger and confusion, I got back up again and showed the professor that I am my own person and I don't need someone to tell me what my dreams and aspirations are. Not to mention, that very night I turned to Psalm 63. When you have the chance, read the entire chapter and let each word, line, and paragraph speak to you. What I got out of it is that we are not in this relationship with Jesus Christ half-way. There's a part in there that describes us earnestly seeking Jesus in a desert where there is no water. God will always take care of us, and always provide for us, what else do we need?

Much love.
Xoxo.
Kelsea Lauren