Look to the right and see: there is none who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me; no one cares for my soul. I cry to you, O LORD; I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.  Psalm 142:4-5

If we do something wrong and disappoint those close to us, we can try to right the wrong by doing something to make it up to them.  The offense will be erased as we create a better memory within the relationship.  But what of the times when we are the disappointment?  How can we ever know peace within our own heart?

Perhaps this already touches the place of your deepest wound. You could tell me your story in many ways. 

“I am the wrong gender because my parents wanted a boy.”

“My parents didn’t want children.  My arrival was a disappointment.”

“I’m a scientist but my parents wanted an artist.”

“I’m emotional, my parents are rational, and they don’t understand me.”

“I’m an obstacle because my birth stood in the way of a parent’s career.”

You might reason that if the people you love, and look up to, reject you, you must be worthless.  This is emotionally crippling until Jesus offers a way of escape. The cure is to be the object of His desire.  He says, “I want you.  I love you.  Be mine.”   He, alone, heals the wound of disappointment.

“If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.”  C.S. Lewis

Whatever Your hand fashions, You call ‘good’.  I am Your creation.  If You didn’t want me, You wouldn’t have made me.  And You gave Your life for mine because You wanted me with you that much.  Amen