From as far back as I can remember, I've felt "different". At times, it's felt more like "weirdo" or "misfit" but most often it's felt like "special". Not in the "bless her heart" kind of special but the "how the heck did that happen to her" kind of special. I attribute this feeling to my parents and my relationship with Jesus.
My parents are wonderful. (And I'm not saying that for any brownie points - they don't even have internet so they won't be reading this.) In my heart of hearts, I know they raised myself and my four sisters in the best way they knew how and with the minimal means they had at the time. My dad was a pastor and drove a semi (he still drives for FedEx) and my mom worked various jobs over the years. They raised us to be respectful, honest and creative. Mom has always had a love for music and animals (not necessarily in that order). Dad loves trucks, buses, writing and art. I feel like I'm a good blend of both of them.
Sometimes feeling special has made me feel guilty. Like I have some kind of unfair advantage over others. Sometimes feeling special makes me feel misunderstood and like an outsider. But God's been showing me that this different-ness, this special-ness, is His favor - and anyone can have it - not just me. Being His daughter and feeling His favor upon me carries with it a responsibility - and it's kind-of heavy - though not burdensome.
Each one of us has a destiny. I'm endeavoring to accomplish the one God designed for me...and it IS an adventure. My prayer is that as I blog these happenings, you'll be encouraged, inspired and find His favor and destiny, too.
So, Magellan (my Golden Retriever) and I are here in the Denver area, meeting new people, driving in Reepacheep, our Jeep, and living life to its fullest.