Almost every day I read posts or get messages about someone who isn’t happy with who they are. I know I have struggled with the same issues. I bet that right now, I could come up with 100 things that are wrong with me. We worry about it with our children too. Not that we think anything is wrong with them because we know them and we know their hearts, but we are afraid their peers, who don’t care much about their hearts, will judge them for being different. Or what about church? I feel like I need to defend my choice of church to everyone who asks. It’s crazy because I know my church, I love my church and in the end, it’s probably not all that different from their church! It’s just newer, a little more laid back, different from what they are used to.
Who said different was bad? When did we decide that being different was wrong? I think it’s just something we are born with. It goes along with the sin that is naturally in our hearts. For as long as I can remember, I have been preparing myself to defend the different around me. Whether it was a choice I made, something my mom forced me to do as a child, the friends I chose, or even something that someone else was doing that was different, I always was readying myself to plead my case. I am sure you have done the same. It’s silly when you look back at it. It was never worth all of that planning or worry. We put a ton of effort into defending WHY we are different and when you think about it, we are ALL different and WE ARE ALL just as insecure about it!
One of my favorite quotes/memes is this one. It reminds me of my crazy daughter. (Who embodies different…) This picture explains so much. Yes my Type A personality wants everything to be in order and THE SAME, but that’s not how life was intended. We would be so bored without our uniqueness.
Genesis 1:27 – “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.”
What does that verse tell us? God created us. How did he create us? IN HIS IMAGE. ALL OF US. TO BE LIKE HIM. That means that even the weird kids, or the strange co-worker, the man in jail, the old lady down the street, heck even the person who attends our church! We are all made in the image of God. So he must be just as weird as we are. He purposely gave us all of our quirks and passions because he wanted us all to be different but He never said being different was a bad thing. We have got to stop comparing ourselves to others and telling ourselves that we have fallen up short! We haven’t. We are using the specific characteristics that God has given us, ON PURPOSE. You know what’s so crazy about that? God understands our “weirdness.” He gave it to us, He made us in his images, therefore, He feels the same was that we do. He is just as weird as we are.
I think I would rather be weird like God, than normal like the world.