Not Everyone Showed Up… But the Right People Did

It’s a strange kind of hurt, the one that doesn’t come from strangers but from people you once felt safe with.

Lately, I’ve been sitting with a quiet disappointment. Not loud, not dramatic, just there… lingering. It’s the realisation that some of the people I thought would stand beside me, cheer me on, or even just acknowledge the journey I’ve been on… haven’t.

Writing my books hasn’t been easy. It’s been deeply personal. Pieces of my heart, my faith, my story poured onto pages. It’s taken courage, vulnerability, and a lot of trust in God to keep going, even when I’ve felt unsure. So when something like a book launch comes around, it’s not just an event. It’s a moment that holds meaning, growth, and a step of obedience in what I believe I’ve been called to do.

And I think, if I’m honest, I expected my friends to be part of that. Not in a big, grand way. Just in the small things. A message. A kind word. Showing up. Sharing in the joy.

But when that support isn’t there, it stings.

It makes you question things. Were they ever really in your corner? Did they understand how much this meant to you? Or maybe they just didn’t see it the way you did.

At the same time, I don’t want to overlook something really important. I have had so many beautiful people who have supported me through this whole journey. Friends who have sent me messages, encouraged me when I needed it most, purchased my books, and stood by me consistently. Those moments have meant more than I can put into words.

I’ve had to remind myself that not everyone will understand your journey, especially when it’s something God has placed on your heart. Sometimes the people you expect to support you the most simply won’t. Not always because they’re unkind, but because they’re not walking the same path, or they don’t see what God is doing in your life.

Still, that doesn’t take away the hurt.

But I’m learning something in this. Support doesn’t always come from where you expect it. Sometimes it comes from the quiet encouragers, the unexpected messages, the ones who choose to stand beside you without being asked.

I’m also learning that I can’t measure the value of what I’m doing by the response of others. If God has called me to write, to share, to step out in faith, then that calling doesn’t depend on applause.

It’s okay to feel hurt. It’s okay to acknowledge the disappointment. But I don’t want to stay there.

Because this journey was never just about people supporting me. It’s about obedience, purpose, and trusting that even when some don’t show up, others will… and God always does.

And maybe, just maybe, this is part of the growth too. Letting go of expectations. Choosing gratitude. And continuing forward with the people who have truly stood beside me.

Because I know deep down… I wasn’t called to stop.

Christine Bunn

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