Saturday, April 15, 2006

Dealing With Rejection

I had jury duty this week. I didn’t get picked. Again. I never get picked. Okay, for the first few times I trotted my little self down to one of the courthouses we have around here I was happy to escape the final selection. But now, I’ve done this about six times already. You’d think someone down there would like me. At least a little.

But no, I’m rejected again. Went off to moan and groan to my Abba. Bad move—especially this week. He knows more about rejection than I’ll ever experience. Talk about feeling like a whiner.

But when I got over my little pity party and let Him give me that attitude adjustment I was just begging for, I was reminded once again that it is all Him. Even though he did it for me. And you.

Bottom line, my rejection meant I got to sit in an air-conditioned courthouse, make a couple new friends for lunch, and read a novella without having to deal with kidletts poking and prodding and calling, “Teacher, TEACH-er.” Don’t get me wrong. I love my little rug rats, but Spring Break is long over and there are still six weeks left (count’m S-I-X) until I kiss their dear little heads so-long. It doesn’t even compare to the ridicule and rejection Jesus endured on my account.

Our motives were different as well. Way different. I went for the vacation from school—and to do my civic duty, of course. He did it to give me life everlasting. And he did not allow the rejection, the ridicule, or the pain to keep him from his appointed goal—the original postman living out a love letter from the Father.

So, have I grasped the lesson now that it isn’t all about me? Well, the jury is still out on that one. For the long term, don't know. But for the moment, I’m grateful He hasn’t rejected me. Thank You, Abba.

Have a happy and very blessed Easter.

Abundant blessings!

2 comments:

Sabrina L. Fox said...

WOW!!! I think I'm one of the few who love Jury Duty. I finally got called last year. I was so excited when I was picked. Here I come all ready to listen objectively and wham! They dismissed us due to new evidence being found. I was so mad. (okay, so maybe that's how justice works)

Anyway, I'm glad you posted this so I had a place to complain! =)

Oh and Jenny, when you get to say so long to your little kidlets, we parents get to have them all summer so imagine me sticking my tongue out at you right now. ;)

Phyllis said...

Jenny -
I as well had jury duty a month or so ago and, as well, did not get picked. I, however, did not feel the pangs of rejection! I was overjoyed - especially when they let a handful of us leave at noon. I felt like a kid out of school - the whole rest of the day freeeeee! I'd be happy if I never was called for jury duty ever again in my life. After all, I'm old enough to forego these things -aren't I? I've done my duty - once. Isn't that enough? They didn't like me then - why would they in the future? It is a hardship on me to go - truly. I don't do well first of all getting up so blessed early and actually being someplace that early. Once a week (for church) is plenty. Why do the ones who go to the traditional service have to be "punished" - especially if one is in the choir or on an instrument. 7 a.m. is just too early. I'm not sure the Lord even shows up that early. Of course He does - but only because He never leaves there, right? - as it is His house :)
BAB (Bountiful Abundant Blessings)
Phyllis