It was another indication of “you don’t belong here.”
It was an all too familiar message.
I was tired of not belonging.
I was tired of not measuring up.
I was tired of being left out.
My heart was hurt, and heavy, and hopeless.
Ever been there?
Not being chosen to be a part of a “special” group. Not being picked to participate. Not invited to whatever. Feeling left out, blocked out, and worn out.
No matter how hard you want to, or try to belong, you get the message “you don’t… so stop trying.”
And so you do.
I know. I’ve been there.
I had again fallen into the trap of trying to find my acceptance in others, instead of in the One Who created me.
Yes, it hurts my heart and my ego when I’m not chosen. When I’m not included. When I don’t belong here on earth. But the truth of the matter is, none of that matters. Not one bit of it. Being chosen by God, being included in His Kingdom, belonging to Him is what matters.
But you are the ones chosen by God, chosen for the high calling of priestly work, chosen to be a holy people, God’s instruments to do his work and speak out for him, to tell others of the night-and-day difference he made for you—from nothing to something, from rejected to accepted. 1 Peter 2:9-10
Because of Jesus, we’ve gone from nothing to something, from rejected to accepted. That’s the best news all day.
Friend, we don’t have to strive to fit in any longer. We don’t have to worry about being included. We can let all of that go. And just rest in the truth of belonging to the One Who matters.
So, next time? Next time we’re not included?
We can rejoice. Rejoice that we’re chosen by God. And for the record, it’s a whole lot better to be chosen by Him, than to be chosen by men (or women).
Much love to you today,
#SundayTruth has returned. Sharing truth from God’s Word for your Sunday. I’m honored to link this post with The Weekend Brew, with Barbie and all the beautiful people over there.
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