I found a box that contained an old romance novel I’d written a long time ago. Immediately I was transported to days when I was heartbroken and Rejected. Unable to reconcile my emotions back then, I had dumped them on those pages, while I swirled in chaos unable to make a decision.
Now as I read the words on those pages, Father reminded me that He’d sent me to see a prophet at my friend’s church in another state. Struggling through my turmoil to get there, I arrived at my friend’s house via a tailwind that I considered to be a good sign.
However, there was no message for me during the church service. And when I stood up to leave the auditorium empty-handed, I couldn’t bear it. I had come a long way with my freshly bleeding wounds to receive a message from God. So I made a beeline for the prophet.
He asked for my name and said he had a message for me. It was instructions on how I was to survive the next few weeks.
With a relieved heart, I turned to leave, when the prophet said “One more thing. Rejection is a spirit.”
I paused to absorb it, experiencing some comfort in knowing that I didn’t deserve Rejection. But what was I supposed to do about it? Was I supposed to rebuke the person who’d rejected me? That didn’t seem helpful.
Thankfully, I knew I should forgive. Which I began working on immediately.
But not knowing there was more to learn about this spirit, I let it continue touching my life for years, causing destruction in relationships, family, and career. It was a devastating spirit and I misunderstood the widespread effect it was enjoying in my world.
After reading my romance story the other day, I went to my job under heavy sadness. Trying to shake it, I thought it was simply a mood produced by the sad memories.
Then during my shift, a customer took offence toward me for something strikingly menial. I was dumbfounded and entrenched in the chaos that ensued. In the end, my supervisor absolved me, and still shaking my head, I went home.
The whole episode was puzzling because I don’t normally live in a realm of offence. I honestly and simply live in favor. The Kingdom is like that and I enjoy it. Therefore, this was definitely not right, and I immediately went to Father for explanations.
The customer’s reaction was not the kind of persecution we expect in the life of a believer. It was a reaction to something I couldn’t pin down and when I asked Father to explain it, He reminded me of the prophet’s words years ago. “Rejection is a spirit.”
I was puzzled at the connection. What did Rejection have to do with my customer’s weird perception? Then revelation’s quick, shiny bulb came on. I had gone to work wearing Rejection after reading my story. It wasn’t a mood. It was an aura of Rejection this spirit had spun around me and it caused my customer to receive Rejection.
As revelation kept shining, I saw the way this spirit operates. Those many years ago it had crushed my confidence and identity. Without confidence, I couldn’t make decisions and Father had stepped in to give me survival instructions through the prophet. Father had also gotten me up and moving with the quest to go get my divine message. In His sweet, loving way, He’d encouraged me with a supernatural tailwind.
As I began to recognize Rejection’s reappearance and methods, I said, “Jesus, help me. I do not choose to live under Rejection again. I choose Your Peace and Favor always.”
Within moments of my spoken words, peace descended again and Father unfolded the mystery for me.
When confidence is destroyed, our identity is confused, and we can’t make decisions. We’re lost. In desperation to get evil out of our lives and set everything right again, we use Rejection. But there was more.