Same Difference

Sometimes my head feels like the final of X factor.   Two acts that look distinct, but are essentially the same.

Part of me says: Come on girl, what makes you different to other people?  The ones that sleep and eat and work and laugh and live.  The ones who deserve the good things.  Who earn their Grace.  Stop thinking you’re special and step up to the mark. Perform or get off.

But then, I go haring off in the opposite direction:  Actually I am special.  The rules that apply to everybody else – they don’t apply to me. My body’s superhuman.  My addictions are under control. My brain’s got everything covered: so back off God and back off people.

I can argue both ways, even within the same train of thought!  I’m so bad I’m beyond rescue and I’m too good to need rescuing.

I’ve got a barrage of excuses to keep me sealed off from other people. But the longer I listen, the less convinced I become.

I don’t want to be a burden.

That fantasy ended when you burst, bloodied and gasping for air, onto planet earth.

I’m second-rate. Not like my brother/friends/workmates/ old ‘skinny/beautiful/funny/carefree/innocent/intelligent’ self.

You’ve been created unique – and there is something about ‘you’ that cannot be replicated. Enough comparing.

Being needy is wrong

It’s not. We were made to need food and drink and air and affection. We are needy people – another way of saying it is ‘we live by faith’.  Dependence is a wonderful part of our humanity.  What’s inhuman, is trying to do life alone.  



3 thoughts on “Same Difference

  1. I hate it when the inside folks can’t agree on which heresy to indulge in. Pride and Shame link arms and go rollerskating through the mind together. That’s sort of where I’m at today too. I’ve written a verse on the little slip of paper for my pocket: Commit thy works unto the Lord, and thy thoughts shall be established. Proverbs 16:3

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