So, I’m beginning to realize…I’m different. I’m not exactly like most people. Just today, I said I’d happily throw my phone out the window (and it’s an iPhone mind you!). Yesterday, I was heard saying, “Nothing like spilling a little coffee on your shirt to remind you to give the day to God.” And just the other day, my prayer consisted of the line “I’ll go naked if that’s what you ask of me.” Yea…I’m different. While at ice cream with friends, I discussed how I never want to have a savings account when I start working because I want to entirely live on faith. I started crying twice today while listening to amazing worship in the car. And well, yesterday I claimed to have an inner Kool-Aid Man. I think different may be an understatement.
I’m beginning to realize that over the course of the past year, at some point, God stole me from this world. I don’t belong to it. I’m simply passing through it. I don’t know when it happened. Heck, if I could tell you the precise moment, I would but I don’t even really know what happened. I don’t really know how He did it. He just did.
