For those forgotten…
when marriage is a measure of success..
It’s in the air. Occasionally God will come down to talk to me about my stuff.
This time it was in the air. Everyone was talking and everywhere I went the same message. You are not discarded. You are chosen, important. A bunch of scenarios happened to make me feel unwanted, left out, not included.
I missed out on a few special events. I was wondering why every time I wanted to be included, I wasn’t. It felt orchestrated almost. Like there was a memo that went out. “ Don’t forget to un-invite so and so.” It started to get to me. My eyes were too focused on what someone else had. I was accusing God of not being fair.
Marriage is one of those measures. When a woman is single she is seen as not celebratory worthy. Shunned even. There are no parties. I started to believe the lie that my worth was tied to my marital status. Interesting, when the thing everyone says gives you value doesn’t happen for you, what do you think about your worth. When people make a point to say, ‘you are not apart of our club’ it starts to feel like a put down. I was literally asked to leave because I wasn’t one of the gang. Outcast.
Two books I had been seeing were about feeling like you weren’t good enough. One devotional. A TV program were affirming to me that though I wasn’t invited, God saw me in my rejection. He saw me not being picked, disqualified, being overlooked. But I was told it was the best thing for me.
Can I handle the others shine. I’m over the rejection. I’m over the ‘club’. I’m over certain woman having something i don’t and the fuss being made. Like when you have a sibling and they come and your mother now ignores you. It isn’t your day, its about someone else’s. God came from His heavenly throne to remind me I was special too. Even as the world celebrates certain individuals and shuns others, He saw me in my forgotten state.
He let me know I was accepted, even if others rejected me….
There is room at the table for me….there’s room at the table for you.
