weirdo:
‘w??d??/
nouninformal
a person whose dress or behaviour seems strange or eccentric.
I have a confession… I Am Weird.
If you don’t know me, you’re probably wondering what that has to do with anything? Or maybe what my definition of weird is exactly.
Well ya see.. I don’t really have one. I just kinda feel it. I’m comfortable laughing at my own jokes, and I’m okay with singing and dancing in public in the most awkward dance move combo collection. Ya know, I had a cotton candy colored wig that I’d put on to represent days that I’d wake up feeling extra weird (I miss it and wish I had brought it with me). And yes, I’d wear it out in public. So two things I love to do is smile and sing. I LOVE TO SING. One thing also about me is that I wouldn’t quite make it on The Voice and by quite I mean, they’d send me home through first cuts BUT I SING ANYWAYS. I sing because I can, and I sing because it brings ME joy. I love to do it. All the time.
Where is this going you may ask?
(I know right, how’d I know that’s what you were thinking??)
This is for all you flower-lovin, sing in the shower singin, dance when you’re happy dancin, smile when it’s rough smilin, style out of this world stylin, cartoon watching 24 year old (or whatever age you say that you are) FOLKS….
IT IS OKAY TO BE WHO YOU ARE.
For a long time in my life, I really just wanted to fit in. I wanted to be like everyone else because it was easier and I kept more friends that way. I just wanted to be considered. I wanted to be part of the “cool crowd”. No matter where I was.. school, work, clubs, parties… I just wanted to be “That girl” you know.. but here’s the zinger…
I wasn’t created that way.
I am different. And that is okay. I don’t know or care where periods go, or commas… I don’t get upset over grammar or mispronounced words because I just don’t. (I’m not putting those of you that do down, okay. You are the reason for nice written papers and books.. I appreciate you and your talent)
I don’t care if you think I look ridiculous singing off key. I’m not singing for you.
It doesn’t bother me to have you staring at me in complete bewilderment.
I have my quirks ya know, I like to burp. I don’t treat it like some hidden secret. I can play video games and I love to dance and shoulder shimmy. I LOVE TO TELL REALLY BAD JOKES ON PURPOSE… they crack me up!
(Bare with me I have a point)
I say all of that to say this… WHOEVER YOU ARE/ WHATEVER YOU LIKE/ WHATEVER YOUR PASSION IS … you’re made that way for a reason. As long as it lines up with the will of The Father, DO YOU BOO-BOO!
At the beginning of my race, I struggled a lot accepting that I am who I am. I just wanted everyone to like me and I tried to fit myself in a mold and realized I CANT. The Lord showed me that I was dying to fit in when I was born to stand out. I AM A DIFFERENCE-MAKER!
I am naturally drawn to the “weirdos” in ministry. Just last week we met the kids we were taking to camp and I met this sweet little girl and all her friends told me she was crazy. I SCREAMED “YAY! Me Too!” and we laughed and danced a few minutes and it was great and I got to encourage her that being crazy is good as long as it’s for the right reasons. There’s nothing wrong with being crazy about Jesus, crazy about love, or crazy about life. I am who I am and I serve the Great I Am… so what do ya expect.
God freed me from this expectation to measure up to others or for others because the truth is… we will surely fail. I just can’t meet your expectations because I was never created to.
So here’s my point.. it’s mainly to encourage you.. we are all weird in our beautifully unique ways. LOVE YOSELF. Love who God created you to be honey child. I promise you, you’ll feel better because you’ll be yourself and that’s the only person you can be. So laugh at your own jokes, dance in the rain, love hard, watch cartoons, wear your hair the way you want, pursue the dreams you have, smile at chaos, fly freely in the Love of The Father.
(Even if you don’t like to do any of those things be weirdly, beautifully, uniquely YOU)
“There’s no shame in lookin like a fool when I give you what I can’t keep and take a hold of you”
P.S. Shoutout to team ABBA’S for loving me in all my weirdness and never asking me what I’m doing or why and just letting me be who I am. It means more to me than you could ever know. Thank you for the laughter, the weird faces, the dance parties, and the really good hugs. You encourage me to be who I am and I love you all the more for it. You girls rock. **Seahorses Foreva
