Gal! Part 1: #Do not Quit on Yourself

I remember at some point in my life being so overtaken by a relationship that I totally walked out on myself.

I no longer knew what I liked, wanted, my dreams were blurry, almost as if my identity was pegged on the survival of that relationship. I was no longer comfortable with saying “no” lest it spun the other person into a frenzy of rage.

Pursuit was my first name, whilst the other person couldn’t even blink an eyelash down. If there was no reciprocity, then I would beat myself up thinking there must be something that I hadn’t done.

“Maybe I should text more, call more.”

“Maybe I should not ask questions, maybe I should not have asked anything.”

What was left of me was a shell of a person, moving through the motions of life with no enthusiasm. The sunshine or the sunset no longer excited me. Roses were black. Green lawns took on a form of a wilderness.

Letting go was scary. The thought of being alone was the scariest.

. . .but, alone in that conundrum, I decided that I was so much more than a few pennies bargain.

Christ paid the ultimate sacrifice on the cross for me. A pure deity, took on a human form for me, to redeem me. He loved me that much.

I was done tagging myself cheap. Ladies, why do we settle for anything less? Why do most of us perpetually fall for minimal effort and interactions with men who do not possess qualities that exemplify genuine pursuit?

Why are we so ‘confused’ about a man’s pursuit when we should be enlightened by their lack of pursuit and realize they aren’t into us?

Why do we believe the enemy’s lie that we aren’t worthy of pursuit?

I mean, because for some of us the closest resemblance to a depiction of pursuit was when your boyfriend introduced you as a friend to a couple of other “lady friends” and you couldn’t question him_right before you financially supported his entire weekend, so that “he doesn’t leave you.”

For one, let’s have a little grace for ourselves.

In many cases, a man will love-bomb you, pour on the compliments, promises, and commitments early on in the relationship to fortify your sense of security and trust regardless of their actions.

It’s no shock we wouldn’t recognize their minimal effort in pursuit when we’ve become intoxicated with infatuation and consumed by the emotional response.

But my girl, you are worth SO MUCH MORE than minimal effort.

Many women are willing to settle for less than they deserve because they are afraid they will never meet anyone else.

Subconsciously we tell ourselves this is what we are worth and opt for a low-quality relationship or lack of pursuit because it’s a better consolation than not being pursued at all.

We make excuses for the guy, defend him, and look for ways to justify a toxic relationship, a less than we deserve relationship because it would be more painful to admit we deserve a man’s full heart and attention but, for some reason, aren’t receiving it.

Be honest with yourself. Do you believe you are truly worthy of love? Do you believe you are worthy of all those attributes listed in 1st Corinthians 13? Do you feel pursued by God in this way? Do you treat yourself with this same standard?

The enemy wants you to believe you aren’t worthy of love, and he will wrap his lies around your heart’s desire to ensnare you in a lifestyle of perpetual heartache, so you never experience true love (which comes from God).

Yet. . .

You are so worthy of being seen. . .You are worthy of love.

#marriageworks

#Godspeed

#Gal!

We are John and Mary Munene and we love the Lord! Christ is our all in all! All we are is by God’s grace. Apart from having our individual careers, we are ardent bloggers, authors and misters of God's word. We have been blessed with two amazing children. A beautiful daughter and a handsome son. We love adventure, anything with lots of adrenaline is always a ‘go-thing’ for us! A cup of coffee next to a fireplace and a good book always does good to our souls! Hope you enjoy this blog!

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