Where have I been? I made a quick jaunt up to the Dallas/Ft. Worth area for my sister’s bridal shower. In life plans just don’t go sometimes as we plan and after our six hour drive up there, due to numerous kiddy stops, I almost came home early without even going to the shower. However some people stepped in and rallied around me to help me get to the shower and then quickly on my way home tonight.
The thing that sticks out the most whenever I’m around family is how extremely different we all are. My family is not the type that you could look at and tell we belong together. Neither are we the family that act similar or all share the exact same ways of living and beliefs. Sometimes it’s a hard thing to chew because there are simple things like rolled eyes or bigger things like earth shattering disagreements.
Many times I feel like the black sheep of the family, just to be honest. I’m not a partier, I’m a homebody. I’m fluffier than everyone else (I’m not fat, I’m fluffy). My hair is turning gray which makes the youngest girl look like the oldest. Socially I can be a little awkward because I make dork look good. I am beyond conservative in my thinking and ways that I live. My husband is the head of our house and our kids go where we go and belong where we go. I choose not to be the modern mom because I want to be a traditional mom. I think in the artistic world, not always in the planned and on pointe world. To top it all off I love to wear colorful shoes. I am not like my other family members. I am different.
You know what? I think that I’m ok with that. Because they love me even when I’m different. Because Damion loves me enough to put up with my messy minivan and crazy schemes. Because Jesus Christ loves me enough to die on a cross for me. For ME. (and you).
My dad and sisters jumped through hoops today to get me started on my way back to Houston right after the shower. My dad drove my van filled with kids down to where the shower was while my sisters took the girls potty and sat with the sleeping Princess Newbie. Sometimes I need to remind myself that I am the only one that sees myself as the black sheep. They just see me as me and they love me for it. Jesus is the same way. He loves me for me.
We always see pictures of the big Lion and the little white lamb that represent God and our relationship with Him. I love that reminder. But why is the lamb always white? There are black lambs you know. I’m proud to be one.