A conversation with God
God, why don’t I look like them? Why don’t I talk like them? Why don’t I act like them? I know we are so much alike… but why didn’t I end up like them?
I look at them… their easy lives, their happy families, their beautiful faces… where is mine? My life has been tough! So much hurt, heartbreak, suffering. My family was broken and poor. We struggled to get by. I don’t look stunning… with or without make up. I don’t get admirers, even if I haven’t brushed my hair.
Is it wrong that I don’t find myself drawn to live the same “Christian” lifestyle? I don’t listen to only Christian music… I really like rock n roll. I didn’t marry a godly man… he found you through me. I don’t travel the world in your name, I don’t work for Christian organizations… hell, I barely make it to church most weeks…
I don’t have a glamorous job or get respect for the industry I’m in.
Why didn’t I get lucky?
And that’s when I felt the laughter. “Lucky? They’ll never understand the lessons you’ve learned. They’ll never know what its like to watch their husband’s head come up from the baptism waters. They’ll never get to connect with someone suffering from mental illness. Making friends with those who don’t know My name will never come naturally. They’ll never hold a baby of a different race and KNOW in their heart that it is their child- loving the child and the birth mother.”
Wow. Every moment of my rough life is being put to use for Your glory, God. You’ve given me more happiness and fulfillment than I could have found on my own. And you have prepared me far ahead of time for things yet to come.
Why didn’t others get as lucky as me?