On Rejection

Why does rejection have to be... rejection? Why couldn't it be, say, acceptance? Oh sure, I hear you. It sounds like I'm just dealing with names in some post-modern kind of definition. You can name rejection "acceptance" and it will still be the same thing only with a different name and then "acceptance" will cause you pain and suffering. Would a rose by any other name smell as sweet and all that.
It just feels that I'm going through a season of rejection in my life. Friends and men and... I mean, in a way things just change and it's not necessarily rejection. Part of the change is even on my end. And some of the rejection is not complete, but compartmental. I don't even know how to define the length of the season. It feels acute right now, but I could say that the season has lasted a couple of years.
On the other hand, especially over these couple of years, I can see a lot of love and acceptance. I can see many ways and many relationships in which I'm not rejected but instead I am truly loved and blessed. In fact the one who has the most right to fully reject me most fully accepts and loves me.
And here I return to something I've been mulling over a lot: the theme of loving others. I have a hard time accepting that love of Christ. And perhaps that is why I feel so rejected by others, and perhaps that makes it easier for me to reject others rather than love them as Christ would. This is the reverse approach to the same thought process I've been looking at. If I can accept the love of Christ and see my own value, I can spread that love to others in my close community and that will continue on to the community at large.
Interesting how my thoughts on personal rejection led back to this again. A God thing, I suppose.