Be Different.

Be Different

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.”

1 Peter 2:9

12362976_10153408357694075_9002580194037789591_oGrowing up, I’ve always felt like I was a little different from others. Compared to my friends, family members, even strangers – I was just different. Everyone has their quirks, right? Like, never picking the first item off the shelf, but instead reaching behind to grab the third or fourth one – just because. And always reading the very last paragraph of any book before finally deciding to buy it.

Oh, or how about insisting on wearing a reindeer onesie at Santa Con, instead of a cuter, less…eccentric outfit.

There’s also, just having different ways of thinking about things that always leave your friends confused, eyebrows raised and a “huh?” look on their faces. Yea, that’s me.12339493_10153408392039075_264141998829768593_o

And I’m sure you have your own quirks like that too, right?

Right? Guys?

You can deny it all you want, but I know we are all weirdos in one way or another. But weirdness isn’t what I wanted to talk about today.

I wanted to talk about being different.

I can remember a number of times throughout my life when I blatantly asked God, “Why did you make me like this? I’m so…different.” In those times, I struggled under the weight of my uniqueness: in the way that I looked, how I talked, interacted and socialized with others and ultimately, who I was.

In case you don’t know me that well, let me fill you in on one part of my life. I have three good friends that I’ve known mostly since high school and I love them, dearly. I admire them too. In the course of our decade of friendship, we’ve often joked around about how we actually came to be friends. We’d be hanging out, probably at Cheesecake Factory, and someone would kiddingly ask, “Guys, seriously – how are we friends?” We’d laugh it off and try and give some sort of explanation as to how this ridiculous bunch of girls actually found each other and made it work. We’re just so…different. All of our likes, dislikes, hopes and dreams – they’re all unique to each of us. In a lot of ways, being different can be such a blessing.

And, in some ways, being different can sometimes feel like a burden.

I’ve mentioned it before, I desire to get married one day. I desire a significant other and to find romantic love. It’s not a secret – believe me. This is something that I’ve battled with God over and over, again and again. My timing, as it turns out, doesn’t seem to be His timing at all. At times, my impatience gets the best of me and I doubt God’s goodness and faithfulness. Truth is, I don’t know if I’ll ever experience marriage or romantic love. But I know God is omnipotent and cares deeply for me. I once had a talk with God about my future husband. I told Him that I decided to wait until marriage. Which, if you are human at all and have a similar desire for romantic love, you know is actually a really difficult effort to keep in perspective. I think there’s been many times in my life when I’ve questioned if this is what I really wanted. There are so many temptations in this world already, do I really want to deny myself the pleasures of this world?

If it means glorifying God, yes.

To be honest with you, this is something that I still struggle with and ask for wisdom from God around. And probably will continue to do so throughout the rest of my life. I know some people might read this and be confused or maybe even offended, but whatever. I just want to be real with you.

If there’s one thing I’m used to being, it’s different. And no, I don’t mean like 2Chainz type of different.

What I mean is, the way I live my life is…different. And that’s a good thing. Even though sometimes it’s hard to be different, I know that it’s just who I am. My uniqueness is a gift. Because who really wants to be like everyone else?

Well, sometimes I do. But I trust that who I am, quirkiness and all, is good enough.

“Always suppose your life’s path is going to look dramatically different from everyone else. Embrace and celebrate that.”

What a relief.
A friendly reminder that if your life looks way different

than that other person’s – that’s okay. Let it. Don’t think for one second that just because so-and-so has this, or is doing that or gets to be there means that you won’t find your own path to happiness too. Let their journey be theirs, and let your journey be yours.
Keep your eyes on the path in front of you and don’t look backwards, to the left or to the right. Look straight ahead and continue on forward. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised at what’s ahead.

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