We all have a destiny. Instinctively we want to fulfill it. We have God given gifts in the area we’re meant to go towards.
When you begin a destiny journey, there will always be opposition, and with opposition comes rejection. Your ideas are rejected, your work is rejected, your time set aside for it is interrupted. Loved ones don’t believe you can do it, and they make sure you hear them say so, because they’re trying to save you from failure.
Rejection and interruptions cause dread, and dread is a form of fear. If you begin to fear you are unable to accomplish your goal, there’s a chance you will fulfill your own thoughts and others’ words. It’s scary to go it alone. No bolstering save for God’s encouragement in various forms—hearing of others overcoming, reading key encouragements, maybe dreams, etcetera. Still afraid, though, aren’t we?
Do it afraid then. This counters dread, it lessens fear. Actions always speak louder than fears—so I say again, do it afraid. What is the worse case scenario if you do it afraid? Think about what could happen if you disbelieve the rejection, put your head down and plow through it.
I have a fear of heights. As a kid, I enjoyed a public pool with my friends who were not afraid of heights. Off they’d go to the deep end, climb the many steps to the top and free fall into the water, diving off the high board.
I envied them and thought they were crazy at the same time. They encouraged me to try, and time after time I felt too afraid. I’d start to climb, then, “No, no, no, no!” And I’d desend, heart pounding. When a friend teased me for my “silly” fear saying I could never do it because fear ruled me, I climbed white knuckled on weak legs and felt the sky push on my head, felt dizzy, hesitated, whimpered, and pushed off with my toes. I horror-movie-screamed all the way down, and sunk into the water like a torpedo, feet first. I hated the height I had to do it from, however, I loved the sensation of speeding through water with my body, the refreshing cool on my skin, the sense of freedom and accomplishment. I’m still afraid of heights, but the dread doesn’t compare to the dive. The fear doesn’t compare to the performance.
I often use this memory to reject rejection. Rejection comes in many forms. My ability to dive despite my fear had to go through the challenge. So I encourage anyone to allow the challenge of dread, fear, and rejection in order to reject it and climb up to your destiny. You know what you want deep in your heart. Fear is but a shadow of rejection in some form. The light of courage slays it.
I feel the biggest challenge I have faced and pushed forward despite dread, fear, and rejection ended up in my adulthood while I sought a publisher for my novel, They All Wore Black. The more I faced rejection, the more I dreaded it, but I climbed up, felt the sky push on my head and dove again and again into the world of rejection until I held my meaningful novel in my hands. I’m not the type to be told ‘no’ and accept it.
Despite the trouble the publisher caused me, I continue to reject the dread. My novel is doing well, but the moment I let trying circumstances bleed dread on me, my legs become weak the way they did on my first high diving board venture. I’m swimming, not drowning, with a life jacket made of rejecting rejection.
Thanks for reading.