Uninvited: Living Loved When You Feel Less Than, Left Out, and Lonely

by Lysa TerKeurst

One maliciously crafted rejection with my exact vulnerabilities in mind will pierce the deepest part of me.

Today’s rejections, big or subtle, are like stealth bombs that zing straight to my core, locating hurts from my past and making them agonizingly present all over again.

Honesty isn’t trying to hurt me. It’s trying to heal me.

Relationships feel increasingly unsafe. Opportunities feel increasingly risky.

We connect an event from today to something harsh someone once said.

I loved this feeling that life could happen around me but not to me.

I now know my dad had issues and battles he was fighting that I couldn’t have understood as a young girl.

But at the time, I just thought he was incredibly unhappy whenever I was home. Therefore, I must be the problem.

The fear of being abandoned

The fear of losing one’s identity

“I believe He’s unpredictable and slightly scary.”

We live in a broken world, where rejection—even from fellow Christians—could be just around the corner.

Which has really gotten me thinking about all the many times I assign thoughts to others that they never actually think.

And I own a rejection from them they never gave me.

I want the kind of emotional stability I read about in the Bible:

The Bible is full of emotional instability.