Girls who have the lingering whispers of rejection still echoing in the hollows of their soul rarely feel completely held safe.

Rejection isn't just an emotional feeling. It's a message that alters what you believe about yourself. And the minute you sense that happening is the minute you must stop the runaway thinking with truth.

We project the lines of rejection we heard from our past on others and hold them accountable for words they never said. And worst of all, we catch ourselves wondering if God secretly agrees with those who hurt us.

And worst of all, I did not feel held safe. Girls who have the lingering whispers of rejection still echoing in the hollows of their soul rarely feel completely held safe. So they look at gaps of the unknown and hesitate at best. Run away at worst. They crave for life to make sense. They cringe when it doesn't. It

She refuses to be a victim of a circumstance she can't fully change. Instead she changes what she can.

I'm no longer at the first cliff where the ground fell out from beneath me. But I'm also not all the way across to solid ground where everyone exhales, exhausted but relieved. No, I'm in the middle, which honestly might be the scariest of all places. Moving ahead and turning back are both equally terrifying.

Truth is the perfect tranquilizer. The enemy's power is rendered powerless in the presence of God's promises.

Married or not, don't let what breaks your heart destroy your life. Hold fast to Jesus and remember: This breaking of you will be the making of you.

The resulting hurt of any form of rejection can linger and entangle us from moving forward if we don't put it behind us.

The enemy wants us paralyzed and compromised by the whispers and doubts and what-ifs and opinions and accusations and misunderstandings and all the other hissing handcuffs crafted by fear.

There is no perfect decision—only the perfectly surrendered decision to press through our fears and know that God is working in us to bring about good through us.

The breaking of us has actually been the making of us . . . the God-strengthened us He could use.