Embracing the Gift of Rejection

Play it safe.


That's the way I would approach life before I opened myself up to constant rejection. 


Sometimes, well, a lot of times, just the fear of being rejected can keep us from moving forward. 



It just so happens that three of the biggest parts of my life are full of rejection and little dashes of acceptance sprinkled here and there. 


The thing is, we can't make people accept what we have to offer. 


The whole "bringing a horse to water..." creed has never meant more to me, than it does now. I get it...


From sharing the Gospel, to showing others a more natural way to approach healthcare, and to encouraging others to give my writing a chance, there's this pattern that follows the sharing of those things that is hard to accept. 


"You're project is not what we're looking for..." 


"I know I'm going to hell, and I'm okay with that..." 


"Thanks, but no thanks..." 


"Maybe, next time..." 


I could go on and on.  


I'll be honest with you: my heart stings each time, sometimes I cry, sometimes I get angry, but every time I think, "If you would just give me a chance."



Embracing rejection is not something that any of us are good at. It's certainly not something that we expect or we get used to.  


I consider all of the ones who have really made a difference. Those brave ones that went thru years and years of hearing "Not now...but thanks..." . 



Over and over and over again.  


J.K.Rowling. (The manuscript for Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone was rejected by 12 different publishers before being published). 

Oprah Winfrey. (She was told she should perhaps find another career entirely after being told to stop meshing her emotions through her news reporting). 

Albert Einstein. (Was told he would amount to nothing because he couldn't speak or read until later in childhood). 

Thomas Edison.  (His inventions failed thousands of times before he got it right.) 

Walt Disney.  (Fired because he "lacked imagination"). 

Emily Dickinson. (Less than a dozen of her poems were published while she was alive. They only saw the value of her work posthumously).  


I could go on. 


Maybe rejection will never leave us smiling. Maybe we won't ever "get over it" every time it comes our way.  



I believe the way to truly embrace rejection is by understanding that it's just part of the journey.  


You may feel that a piece of you chips away with every back turned. But, in reality, the chipping just reminds you that this life is worth living and feeling for. 


We can choose to leave the pieces where they fell, or we can pick them up, and make a beautiful mosaic.  

Maybe our lives are a little like lattes. Swirls of bitter and sweet. Creating a masterpiece of colors and tastes for others to enjoy.  

Maybe our lives are a little like lattes. Swirls of bitter and sweet. Creating a masterpiece of colors and tastes for others to enjoy.  


So we just keep sharing anyway. Because the next share could be the next "Yes". If it's important enough to you, you'll keep attempting. Driven purely by the passions within. The passion to get people to finally understand.  



Because someday, they just might. As long as you keep embracing rejection along the way. 


love, Alicia  






He said they would hate us, so let them.

Let them hate you.  

Its quite flattering, actually. 

Because, Christ predicted this long ago. Afterall, they hated Him first, you see.


I had a friend come to me this morning, upset about a Facebook "un-friending".

This woman that un-friended my friend doesn't have the love of Christ in her heart. In fact, she's pretty cold-hearted. She's very blasé about the abortion she had in the past, she turned down every attempt my friend made to befriend her, love on her and her child, etc. 

And my friend didn't understand. "I've never been mean to her before," she confusingly shot at me. She didn't get why someone would reject acts of love and acceptance from another person. 


I immediately told her to be sad for a moment or two and then be excited. This friend of mine was a light. And the light was a bit too bright for this woman whose heart is a bit too dark to reflect that light back. 


Then, this massacre in Orlando.  


Senseless. Absolute nonsense. I condemn it. 


And if you follow the Christ I do, you should condemn it as well.  

Just don't google news articles about it. They're somehow blaming Christians for the attack. 

While I don't know what true Christ-followers have to do with that whole situation (except for the fact that Chick-Fil-A literally opened on Sunday (which they never, ever do), made TONS of food, and GAVE it all away to the community that was dealing with the aftermath) I do know that they hate us. They meaning "the world". 


And that's great! That's perfect! Because if they hate us, it means we're not like them. It means we aren't hateful. It means we do the opposite of what they love. It means we follow Christ.  


Rejected. Ostracized. Persecuted. Shunned. Picked-on. Ignored. Blamed. Overlooked. Hated. 


Let them. It's to their detriment. We can't stop loving and doing just because we are scared of the headlines. This is all temporary anyway.  


And if it bothers you a lot...tell Him about it. He can do more than just sympathize with you. He gets it. Goodness, does He.  


"In this world, you will have trouble, but, take heart! I have overcome the world!" -Jesus Christ


Thanking God that this is not our home. This is a bridge to eternity. An eternity that will be filled with love and all good things.  


Until then, let's pray. Let's do. Let's be. Let's do it all brightly.