there are times when the world, full of faces and voices, feels like a desolate place. my little self, so full of passion for expression and connection, feels solitary in a great big world. there are times when i am energized by that alone-ness, and there are times when it just feels uncomfortable; when being me seems too much different from being everyone else.
sometimes i stand in a crowd and i think, “does anyone think like i do? does anyone at all see this, hear this, feel this the same way i am?” and with a resounding “no,” the uniqueness of each person around me echoes back in waves that overlap one another. i know i’m not the only one, and i mourn the times i see others scramble to change themselves, to morph into something more muted, more bland, more like-everyone-else.
because we’re each one unique. we’re created in the Image of One who intended our reflection to be one of grace, and of beauty, and of the utter other-ness of Him. over time, i often would mourn my uniqueness, and long to be just a little less different… because sometimes, different is lonely. and yet, as i study the lives of those around me, and i seek to see them with new eyes, i celebrate the beauty that is that different-ness.
there’s been a public hijacking of Truth that taunts us, and i especially long to speak against the lie that tells women, my sisters, my friends, that they must change, that they must stray from their Original design and calling and run after something “other…” something that betrays their beauty, their loveliness, their reflection of the One who loves them without fail. because even when we are alone, we are not alone. it is our very striking difference from one to the next that draws us together, and it is our sameness in womanhood that makes us beautiful.
sometimes i embarrass my kiddos when we’re in line at a store and i blurt out to the lady in front of me, “did anyone tell you today you’re beautiful?” and sometimes the receiver lights up, and sometimes they look at me strangely. because no one says it, do they? but sister, you are. you’re beautiful, and you’re not alone. just wanted to say it in case you might need to hear that as much as i do.
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