Disapproval. Such a small word, yet for many of us who have walked through complex trauma, it carries the weight of a storm. People sometimes think we are “too sensitive” when we react so strongly, but the truth is far deeper.
In childhood, approval, rejection, and disapproval weren’t simply feedback — they were weapons. They were the levers abusers pulled to keep us silent, to manipulate our behaviour, to remind us that we were only as safe as their mood allowed. When love and acceptance were doled out like rations, always conditional, it left scars.
I know this too well. My earliest memories are marked not by safety, but by fear. At just two years old, my head was shoved under cold water because I cried for attention. At four, I was hiding in a cupboard while crockery flew across the room during a drunken fight. Disapproval, in those moments, wasn’t correction — it was danger. It was rejection, abandonment, and humiliation wrapped into one.
For decades I lived with the reflex to shrink back at the slightest hint of disapproval. My body remembered the threat even when my mind tried to dismiss it. Each raised eyebrow, each sigh, each withheld smile felt like confirmation of the lie I had believed since birth: “I am not good enough to be loved.”
Yet Jesus stepped into those broken places. He reminded me of the Father’s voice over His Son before any miracle had been performed:
📖 “This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.” — Matthew 3:17 (NKJV)
That same voice now whispers over me: “You are My beloved daughter. I delight in you. My approval does not waver with your performance. My love is unshakable.”
Healing has not been instant. It has been a long, tender journey of unravelling lies and allowing Holy Spirit to rewrite my story. Slowly I am learning that my worth is not tethered to anyone’s approval, nor is my safety at the mercy of another’s mood.
🌿 Reflection:
When was the first time you felt unsafe because of disapproval or rejection? Can you imagine Jesus standing there with you, shielding you from shame and whispering, “You are Mine. You are safe with Me”?🤔
Friend, if disapproval still feels like danger in your body, please know this: you are not “too sensitive.” You are someone who has survived deep wounds, and you are learning a new way to live. You are not controlled by the hands of abusers anymore. You are held by the hands that were pierced for your freedom.
💛 You are seen. You are loved. You are safe in Him.
Sunday, 17 August 2025
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