odds with the world
I am at odds with the world. The world just isn't ready to take on someone like me. I'm not talking about in that trendy, loud, in your face nobody likes me let's take political action sort of way. That sort of way makes me sick. As much as I am against haters, I can't abide by people turning a tragedy into a political cause. Even the political causes that I have backed, I have done so with a heavy heart. Certain things are NOT the business of the government. People should be afforded rights whether or not the next wave of politics gets voted in.
I fully realize that Jesus didn't promise any less. He wasn't accepted either. They tried to kill him from the very beginning and eventually were able to drum up something that would stick and get Him put to death. Still, I weary of the world. I'm tired of insanity being thrown in my face in the name of - well anything - and being looked at like I'm the crazy one when I don't accept it is so. Good and otherwise intelligent people even do this. It is quite vexing.
Is the real question why do I want to be like everyone else? No, because that is the last thing I want to be. I like who I am, as frustrating as it is to be me. Is it then why do I crave acceptance from everyone? Possibly, yet that isn't the whole of it. I do know that you cannot please all of the people all of the time. I do not even expect to be able to do it. I'm worth something because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I am loved beyond all measure and that love will never end, change or leave me.
The crux of the matter actuality is that it's a bit tiring to be in exile. I sometimes wish for a bit of a haven where I can fit in all the way. There simply is an amount of homesickness in me. It is a longing for a place I've never been that's been knit into the core of my being, woven into my DNA. It pulls me to the only thing that can satisfy the longing. There I fall to my knees, recognizing that for which I was created. And as I am there, remembering who I am, I gain the strength to plod along on this plane of existence until the veil is removed and He and I are face to face.
I fully realize that Jesus didn't promise any less. He wasn't accepted either. They tried to kill him from the very beginning and eventually were able to drum up something that would stick and get Him put to death. Still, I weary of the world. I'm tired of insanity being thrown in my face in the name of - well anything - and being looked at like I'm the crazy one when I don't accept it is so. Good and otherwise intelligent people even do this. It is quite vexing.
Is the real question why do I want to be like everyone else? No, because that is the last thing I want to be. I like who I am, as frustrating as it is to be me. Is it then why do I crave acceptance from everyone? Possibly, yet that isn't the whole of it. I do know that you cannot please all of the people all of the time. I do not even expect to be able to do it. I'm worth something because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I am loved beyond all measure and that love will never end, change or leave me.
The crux of the matter actuality is that it's a bit tiring to be in exile. I sometimes wish for a bit of a haven where I can fit in all the way. There simply is an amount of homesickness in me. It is a longing for a place I've never been that's been knit into the core of my being, woven into my DNA. It pulls me to the only thing that can satisfy the longing. There I fall to my knees, recognizing that for which I was created. And as I am there, remembering who I am, I gain the strength to plod along on this plane of existence until the veil is removed and He and I are face to face.