For some reason the sermons at church the past few weeks have inspired many a Veggie Tales tune in my head, from french peas singing and throwing slushies off the wall at Jericho to Moses talking to the burning bush. So, naturally, as I was sitting here thinking this morning another tune sung by my favorite childhood vegetables came to mind.
Even in how busy I've been working with all of the
singles at church and amongst other friends God has been working in my life on
where my security lies. As I was sitting here this morning a
conversation I overheard way back at my first year apprentice graduation came to
mind. We were spreading sawdust in the barn the day before and a friend made a
comment about how she doesn't fit in a box, and as the ranch director walked by he said
that if she got back in the box more often she'd have more friends. What
stuck in my mind is that yes, if we fit in a specific box we may have
more friends who are all in the same box, but then what influence would
we have for Christ if we were all in the same place? What about the
misfits? Or the people in other boxes? This has been heavy on my heart
the past week as I've struggled with feeling like I'm in a lot of
people's back pocket for when they need something, but not a choice for
social stuff and fun stuff. A lot of times it feels like if I want to be
a part then it has to be my idea or my sister's idea. Even as tears
flow anew this morning I know it's OK. In the words of one of my mentors,
"God sets apart those He wants to use greatly." It is a blessing in disguise to not fit in a box, because it allows me to interact with a broader range of people.
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