I fidget. I rock back and forth in my chair sometimes and I shake my leg when my legs are crossed. My Daddy is the same way. Mama used to have to put her hand on his knee to stop him and we’d have to punch him in church because he’d jingle the coins in his pocket! He couldn’t hear a lick:)

My brain fidgets too. I overthink but yet I’ll jump off a cliff and figure it out on the way down. I’ll overanalyze yet hear an idea and RUN like the wind with it. B gently suggests an idea he might like some day and while he’s finishing his sentence and thinking about it at-the-speed-of-molasses-dripping, I’ve already ordered it, googled what to serve at the party, décor ideas, where to stay when we go, all the pros and cons and reviews. In my mind, it was his idea so he’ll like it, right? But he was – just – pondering – it.

As much as our quirks are different, so is how we love and believe sometimes. When these don’t align with someone else, they can make us feel inferior or wrong or different, and want to withdraw – if we let them. But do we really want to change just so we can be more like them? Do we really want others to change to be like us? Neither are possible, thank God.

I don’t want cookie cutter people. I want the crumbled, the half-baked, the ones shaped kind of odd, the ones with sprinkles or nuts (okay, I have a thing about cookies). They are all imperfectly wonderful… just like us. As different as we are, we all have the same capacity to love – period. As different as we are, we were all made by the same Father who does not and did not use cookie cutters – He could have but He didn’t. There has to be a reason.

Praying today we can see someone’s differences and not let them be a factor in our ability to love them; praying today that others can see our differences and not let them be a factor in their ability to love us. Period. Or !!!!!

JCG

 

Thanks for sharing as always!