Rejection is a tough pill to swallow. The more we care, the deeper the hurt when love is refused. Or ignored.
Love is a risk. It requires courage -- a fierce fearlessness. A daring boldness. Love is willing to extend a hand (and a heart) to someone who may shrug it off and turn to other interests. That yearning echoes in the words of the apostle John: “He came to His own, and His own did not receive Him” (John 1:11). Imagine the hurt in the heart of God! Heaven weeps when such a gift is disregarded and tossed aside.
When love is refused, it is natural to draw back to avoid being hurt again. Not so with God’s love. It is constant and continuous. It keeps flowing, in spite of a lack of response. God waits -- yes longs -- for the moment we turn to Him for the comfort only His love can give. Like the father of the prodigal, He runs to embrace us in all of our stinky reality, and to welcome us home.
God can’t stop loving us -- even when we stop loving Him. But we benefit most when we open our hearts and love Him in return.
I will welcome God’s embrace and gladly respond to the gift of His love.