You Are Not an Orphan

[At home, sitting at my kitchen island ... drinking a hot matcha]

There is a gap inside most successful people.

It is the gap between how capable you are... and how scared you secretly feel.

On paper, you are an adult. You run things. People depend on you. You have built something, carried something and survived something most people never could. So by every measure the world can see... you are grown, grown.

And then something small happens.

A text goes unanswered. A door you expected to open stays closed. What you were waiting on doesn't arrive on time. You discover people are talking negative about you. Someone whose opinion matters to you goes quiet. A room turns slightly cold.

And with no warning, you feel something that does not match the size of the event at all.

You feel like a child.

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I want to tell you about a time I really noticed him.

I was in the same room as one of my mentors, and I found myself trying to catch their eye. You know the kind of communication you have with someone you have known a long time... the kind that does not need words. We had always had that.

But each time I tried to lock eyes, it failed.

Now that was not normal. Connecting and communicating with our eyes have always been a thing.

Something was off. It felt like they were avoiding me. And I felt my body sink... into something I can not truly describe here… but I will try. It felt like I had been set down somewhere and left. Like a puppy in the window, auditioning to be picked.

Later, I sent a text. Just checking in. No response back.

A few days later I reached out again... and watched my message go from blue to green.

Something had shifted.

Something had changed.

With no warning. No announcement. No explanation. The connection just... stopped.

I had everything a person is told to want. The platform. The respect. The proof. And one day, someone whose approval I wanted went cold on me. Nothing was said. Nothing really happened. Just a warmth left the room.

And the grown man I had become... disappeared.

In his place was a small boy who was suddenly certain he had done something wrong. That he was about to be left. That if he could just be better, do more, fix it fast enough, the warmth would come back.

It took me years to understand what I had watched.

That was not the man in me reacting.

That was the child.

For a long time, I thought something was wrong with me.

I had done the work. I had the success. I understood myself better than most people I knew. So why could one person’s disapproval still undo me in seconds? Why could I reason my way through anything in my business... and not reason my way out of a feeling?

Here is what I finally learned. And it changed my life.

Your conscious mind runs on logic.

But the part of you underneath… the part that produces your fastest, deepest, most automatic reactions is triggered by the subconscious mind. And that part of your mind doesn’t respond to logic.

It runs on something much older.

It’s been stated that everyone’s subconscious mind is stuck in the age of 4-7 years old. It’s a child.

Long before you learned to reason, your mind was learning survival.

As a child, it quietly asked two basic questions:

Am I safe?

Am I loved?

The answers you believed became the blueprint for how you would move through the rest of your life. That blueprint is why logic often fails.

You can tell yourself you’re enough, yet still feel inadequate. You can know people love you, yet constantly fear rejection. You can be completely safe, yet live as though danger is around every corner. Because the deepest part of you is not responding to your present reality.

It is responding to an old pre-set.

One of the clearest pictures of this in Scripture is Mephibosheth.

When Mephibosheth was only five years old, everything that made his world feel secure collapsed in one single day. His father, Jonathan, was killed. His grandfather, Saul, died in battle. As panic swept through the palace, his nurse fled with him, but in her haste she dropped him. And From that day forward, he lived crippled in both feet (II Samuel 4:4).

(Side note I wrote a whole book on this called “Crippled Kings”)

But notice how that defining event of his life happened while he was still a child.

Before he became a man…

Before he developed influence…

Before he could fully understand what had happened…

His nervous system learned something.

Safety can disappears without warning.

The people who you depend on and the people who protect you can suddenly be gone. Removed. No longer exist. Just… vanish.

Now many years passed and Mephibosheth grew into adulthood, but the story he learned as a child quietly remained in control. He lived in a town called Lo-debar, a place whose very name reflects barrenness and emptiness. He wasn’t simply hiding in a location.

He was physically living inside an identity that had a real address.

Then one day King David searched for him… not to punish him, but to bless him. When David located Mephibosheth, David restored Saul’s land to him. He invited him to eat continually at the king’s table. He gave him honor instead of judgment.

Every external circumstance displayed here declared one message:

You are safe now.

But listen to Mephibosheth’s response:

“What is your servant, that you should look upon such a dead dog as I?” (II Samuel 9:8)

Wow… everytime I read that line I need a second to process.

That sentence reveals something deep.

That even though his circumstances had changed.

His identity had not.

The way he viewed himself.

The way he felt about himself.

David saw a son of Jonathan.

However, Mephibosheth still saw a discarded dog.

His location had changed to the palace. His seat had changed to the table. His future changed. But the little boy inside him was still answering from the day he was dropped. His subconscious mind.

This is why logic alone cannot heal deep wounds.

David could restore his land.

David could restore his position.

David could restore his wealth.

But none of those things automatically restored the story Mephibosheth believed about himself.

His deepest reactions were still being governed by conclusions formed long before he had the maturity to question them.

And how many of us are doing that same exact thing in our life right now?

God has opened doors, yet we expect rejection. He has called us His children, yet we secretly live like orphans.

He has prepared a seat for us at His table, but yet inwardly we are still are trying to sit at other people tables who clearly don’t want us there. So we live a life believing we are unworthy to sit at our own table that God has for us.

The older part of us… the frightened child that learned survival before it learned truth; keeps trying to steer our lives using an old pre-set wired in pain.

The miracle wasn’t simply that David invited Mephibosheth to the table.

The miracle was that grace kept inviting him until his inner story could finally catch up with his new reality.

Perhaps that is what God has been doing with us all along.

Not merely changing our circumstances. Yet patiently rewriting the story we have been telling ourselves since childhood.

But I really want to say something here that most of us miss when we read Mephibosheth story.

Mephibosheth never got healed in his feet.

Go back and read it slowly. David restored the land. David gave him the seat. David called him son. But the very last line of the chapter... after all the honor, after all the restoration... says this.

“So Mephibosheth dwelt in Jerusalem: for he ate continually at the king’s table... and he was lame in both his feet.” (II Samuel 9:13)

Read that again.

He ate at the king’s table.

And he was still “Lame”.

The restoration did not fix his feet. He walked into the palace with the limp. He sat down with the limp. He would carry that limp for the rest of his life.

So why does the text put the honor and the wound right next to each other, in the same breath?

Because a table covers your feet.

When you sit at a table, your legs go underneath it. Hidden. Out of sight. God did not heal the limp... God used David to provide him a place where the limp no longer disqualified him. The very thing he was ashamed of was finally covered. Not because it was gone. But because he had been given a seat.

And I think this is the part that can set somebody free today.

You keep thinking you have to be healed enough to deserve the seat at the table.

You keep waiting until the fear finally leaves... until the inner child in you finally calms down... until you finally feel whole. And then you will let yourself sit down. Then you will believe you belong.

But Mephibosheth teaches us the opposite.

You do not get healed and then come to the table.

You come to the table... and the healing happens there.

You may be lame for a long time. The old fear may still rise when a room goes cold. The child in you may always be a little afraid. And none of that disqualifies you from the seat.

So sit down anyway.

Sit down limping. Sit down afraid. Sit down still believing half the time that you are a dead dog instead of a son. Sit down before the story in your head has caught up.

Because grace did not wait for Mephibosheth to feel like a son before it called him one.

And it is not waiting for you either.

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So here is what I will leave you with.

You do not heal that child in you by being harder. You heal that child the way you would heal any frightened child.

Not with logic. With presence.

Not by arguing. But by staying.

You become, at last, the safe adult you never had. You turn toward the part of you that you have spent your whole life running from. And instead of shaming the younger version of you, you do the thing no one did for you back then.

You tell her or him they are safe now.

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Next Sunday can’t get here fast enough.

Gold,

P.s. no matter who has left your life with no explanation and no conclusion, remember this … it wasn’t the grown adult that walked out on you … that person who hurt you was also five years old … it was their inner child responding to you.