Not Fitting In


Have you ever had the experience that you don’t fit in? Don’t fit in class in school. Don’t fit in on your sports team. Or worse yet, you don’t even get on that school team because you don’t fit in. You don’t  fit in even in your own family…

Pure and simple: don’t fit in!

What do you when you don’t fit in? Well, you stand out!

You might stand out with the way you look.

You might stand out with the way you speak.

You might stand out with the way you walk.

You might stand out with the way you laugh.

 

I think you get the picture. There are countless reasons why you don’t fit in, and at least as many reasons for why you are standing out.


Nowadays it’s not easy to be different. There is pressure everywhere to conform to certain ways of living, to certain ways of thinking, talking, even walking, if you will.

And with all the social networks around, one can be marked “different” with only a few strokes on the keyboard, and your personal world knows all about it.

And with the Internet the possibilities are endless. Just pressing the “enter” key on our keyboard, and one’s message can go out instantly to any number of recipients.

How do I know about not fitting in? How do I know about standing out?

Nothing about me or my life says “normal” . The first 14 years of my life I stood out because of my last name. As soon as my name was known, my nationality was known. And it was not a popular nationality in a communist country.

Today I’m not so much different because of my nationality in the country that I live in. But I might be considered different because of my accent. In fact, I speak three languages pretty fluently, but all with an accent. That has frustrated me more than once. To be ridiculed because of the way I pronounce words is not always an easy thing to take. Most of the times I can shake it off and laugh it off,  but there are times when it hurts to be made fun of, once again…

And there is really not much I can do about being different in this department. No matter how much I try, I won’t be able to speak English (for example) without an accent.

 

And then I think about people in my life, in my inner circle, that are different. They can’t do anything about it either. It’s just the way God made them. Even if they try their hardest, they won’t fit into the mold that surrounds them and pressures them.

It might irritate me, it might frustrate me, it might annoy me the way they think, they way they act, the way they talk. But when I think of how different I am myself, who am I do judge someone else? And if you and I are honest, let’s not kid ourselves: each one of us is different! Each one of us is special! We might try to fit in real hard during the day, but when night comes and we are all alone with ourselves, we KNOW that we are different, that we don’t necessarily always agree with who we are during the day.

So why not ACCEPT the different and special people in my life? Why not accept the fact that standing out is not necessarily a bad thing?

 

I had to think of the words David wrote in Psalm 139:

 

13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.

It’s so comforting to know that these words don’t just apply to David. They apply to my life and to my being, and they apply to your life and your being. God has made me, and God has made you! He watched each one of us when were “being formed in utter seclusion… woven together in the dark of the womb.” And He knew just how to make each one of us special! Let’s celebrate that today!

One comment

  1. Joy says:

    Praise God that we are all fearfully and wonderfully made, and no two of us are the same!! My friend – I love you – thanks for sharing this post.
    love ya.

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