Where God's Word Meets Our Mess
For the past nine months, I’ve felt trapped in a specific moment—the moment James* turned his back on me. I realize most people have experienced much harder things in life, but I’m still dealing with the sting of rejection and the internal what-if-he-hadn’t-rejected-me questions. Psalm 69 (part of which is included below) reminds me that the Lord is a mighty deliverer who can save His children from the mire—or the moments—where they feel helpless and hopeless.
Five years ago, I published a post called How I’ve Tasted God’s Goodness Through Not Having a Boyfriend. In that post, I talked about God’s kindness toward me in not giving me a boyfriend because (in short) I wasn’t ready for one. I suppose I could give this post the same name because it’s about losing James*. Although he wasn’t technically my boyfriend, he was the closest thing I’ve had to one. And through the painful experience of losing him, God has again let me taste His goodness.
Think of this post as a letter from God to you. Obviously, His real letter to us is His Word. But I felt like God was sharing these things with me when I was let down recently. He spoke words of comfort, assurance, and strength when I felt distressed, insecure, and weary.
My roommate and I were walking into a meeting and glanced around for two empty seats. My roommate spotted two open seats by Reagan, so we sat down there. Reagan didn't say anything when I sat down (neither did I), but partway through the meeting, she got up from her chair and moved to sit in another seat. With other girls. And a really cute guy. To say that was offended would be an understatement. To say that I was furious would be more accurate.
I couldn't understand why Reagan ignored my offer to join us. I was curious if there was a specific reason she rejected my invitation, but I was upset that she didn't join our table.
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