I’ve written and rewritten this post about 10 times so far and the only reason I am posting is so that I stop thinking about it. So as you’re reading this, please keep that in mind. That I’m not really sure how to get this point across in just words that will float across the internet. Ok? Ok. So here we go.

I want you to know how unbelievably insane our world is. So many people want to be classified as “different”. They want to be the one in the crowd. Which is fine. I have no problem with the people who dye their hair blue in order to stand out in the sea of blondes & brunettes. Totally cool by me. You do you. But what really baffles me is how quickly people reject being different when it’s a kind of different that they weren’t anticipating. Like losing a leg for instance. We live in a world where there is so many people who will only embrace their differences if they get to choose how they get to be different. Which is sad in its own way. Because instead of flowing with the story God has hand picked & written for us, we push back. We become embarrassed by the fact we now have to use a walker or need help in the bathroom now. We try to hide it as best we can or we act out in frustration. We want to be independent but don’t want to be the ones who have to figure out how to get from point A to point B. We want someone else to figure it out for us and even then we will travel the path with our heads down. Because being this kind of different is embarrassing. Right?

Different comes in all shapes, sizes & forms. Some are physical and some are mental differences. Some you can peg out a mile away while others you wouldn’t know about until someone else told you. It comes in varying forms of easy, medium & hard and each level has multiple sub levels. But there is one thing about different that is always the same no matter what, and it’s that we don’t get to pick what makes our life different. God does. At least the differences that are big enough to matter in the long run. Because these kinds of differences, the ones God gave us, are special in their own light. Because they clear out the fogginess for us. They show us who we are and who we are meant to be. They show us that we are fighters and geniuses and believers of something that is much bigger than us. We believe it will all work out in the end no matter how much of a struggle it is right now. And I know that this is true because before I lost my leg, I would have never pegged myself as a writer. As a person who inspires & motivates others. And now look at me! Sitting here writing to you & feeling great about it.

So how do I wrap this up? I hardly knew how to start, much less finish. But I also didn’t know how to start my life as an amputee and now I’m right smack in the middle of it and I know exactly what I’m doing. “Ish” anyways. So all I’m going to say is accept the differences you did not choose. Because someone did. Someone great to be honest. So trust in the process. In His process. Trust that He knows what He is doing just as much as you trust your hair dresser to not mess up your hair when you decide to go from brunette to blue. I know you didn’t get to make the decision to be this kind of different but you do get to decide how you are going to live through it. If you are going to embrace it or if you are going to keep your head down for the rest of your life. So please don’t be angry in Gods choices for long. Don’t be embarrassed. Because the same God that made the beautiful mountain tops & the powerful ocean currents also made you. And that has to count for something. Right?

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