We saw her dancing on the corner. Short shorts, tight tank. She very possibly was drunk, maybe worse.
Was she prostituting?
Possibly, but I don’t know for sure.
We were sitting there eating dinner when we saw her. A couple of my teammates noticed her and were drawn to her. All during dinner they kept looking for her. They wanted to talk to her. Their hearts were breaking for her.
But not mine.
What the….?
How can I see that and not be totally mad, concerned, in my fixer state?
I mean ya I felt bad and it was sad to see, but to me I was just kinda like whatever to it.
Why doesn’t my heart break for her like my teammates? Why don’t I want to help?
Am I heartless?
All these things run through my mind as I sit and compare my feelings towards others.
And of course where does my mind go- you are a terrible person if you don’t care for her like them.
Ouch that hurts…
But should it?
Everyone of us is a different piece of a puzzle in this thing we call life.
Have you noticed that all the pieces are slightly different?
Even more, looking at one piece of the puzzle you don’t see where it goes, you don’t see it’s significance. It’s when you put the pieces together does the picture start to form, the puzzle comes alive.
The individual pieces aren’t seen, now what’s seen is the big picture.
My heart was made differently for a reason.
I was made different for a reason.
We all were.
My heart might not have broken for her, but it broke for the children in the village in Cambodia.
If we were all the same and had a heart for EVERYTHING, we wouldn’t accomplish anything.
There’s too much in this world for us to all love everything.
But that’s the beauty.
My heart doesn’t have to break for her.
But yes I can still help her.
If we were all the same we wouldn’t have teachers, doctors, salesmen. We would have one profession (or we would just have really bad doctors and teachers…)
There’s beauty in the differences.
Our differences fit together.
Where you lack, I am strong.
Where I may fail, you may succeed.
We were all meant to be different to do the jobs God has asked us to do.
I can’t do it all, and neither can you.
I am just a small, individual, unique piece in this puzzle, but without me the picture wouldn’t be complete.
Without you the picture isn’t complete.
So here I sit. On a roof in Malaysia. For the first time saying I’m no longer going to sit in comparison. I am no longer going to wonder why I don’t have “this” why I can’t do “that” why I don’t feel like “this”. I will celebrate that you can.
I will celebrate that what makes us different makes us beautiful.
I heard this statement the other day and it just stuck with me-
All that you ARE and all that you ARE NOT, is you
