Rejection’s a deceiver, it binds a once strong heart
It takes control of gifts and dreams and tears them all apart
It builds thick walls around the soul; PROTECT… is its great aim
For nothing ventured, nothing lost; seems the safest way.
Rejection fills the heart with fear; I turn and run away
I cannot bear to fail again, safe in my walls I’ll stay
The sticky lies Not good enough, You did it wrong, You can’t do that
Forever block my way; they choke and shame each fledgling gift‘Til talent dies away.
But just when I was finished, completely bound and lost
The truth of God…it came to me, and broke rejections’ mock
God told me that, HE planned each life, designed each girl and man
To fulfill a special purpose and complete a wondrous plan Now who am I to argue with the One who made all things
For His own Son came here to die to set our bound hearts free.
How can I hold my worth contempt, for He makes no mistakes
Instead I will give back to Him; myself, my life, my gifts
To use and grow… to freely give, no matter great or small
To be faithful in the small things and perform for God alone The shroud of fear is finally gone, for my Lord broke the chains
For though I’m filled with endless flaw, God’s approval covers me.
Rhonda Shelford Jansen
Tiny fingers newly formed wrap gently around my pinky.
I’m amazed at their delicate perfection and I stroke them softly.
Pudgy little fingers power grip mine as toddler feet learn to navigate the world, one step in front of the other.
I’m amazed at the determination conveyed through your grip and I curl my fingers to steady you.
Your warm, firm palm presses close to mine while we walk down the sterile school hallway; it’s your first day of kindergarten.
I squeeze your hand tight not wanting to let go… ever. I squeeze tight as if I can pass all the courage your life will need through this act. I lift your hand and kiss it.
A careful hand guides a pencil across wide rule school paper diligently copying each spelling word.
I marvel at the competency of those little hands and wonder what great accomplishments they will have in the future.
Your two hands encase mine offering comfort and encouragement; they are only a touch smaller than mine now. “You can do it mom” riding a roller coaster is terrifying to me.
I glimpse the compassionate young man you are becoming and my heart swells with appreciation.
Hands larger than mine wave through the air as you demonstrate the proper way to throw a curve ball; each finger wrapped around it in just the right way.
I observe strength and confidence in each movement and an eagerness to learn how to do it right; I want to will your success into being. I want the world to be kind to you.
Triumphant hands pump the air then toss the graduation cap with gusto. You shake hands, pat backs, and embrace all, but it’s the big bear hug that smashed my face into your chest while patting my back that brings me to tears.
My heart fills with a unique bitter sweet pride. I see the funny little boy, searching teen and confident man all at once and I want to hold on and let go, simultaneously.
A simple gold ring slides onto your finger and your hands hold hers in dedication.
I pray that your hands will hold tight and never let go of hers, I pray you will remain a man of commitment. I hope you will still hold my hand and hug me.
Tiny fingers newly formed wrap gently around your pinky.
You’re amazed at their delicate perfection and stroke them softly. I watch as a love deeper than words passes from you to her, and I smile.
Debora Shelford Hobbs