My mind has been mulling something over for a few days now. I’ve felt bad about it, mulled it over some more, talked with Rob about it, then finally prayed about it on my walk this morning. Somewhere between the dead skunk and dead opossum that have been laying on Adams rd. for about 3 months, it hit me.
I seem to have this ability to not fit anywhere. In the Pastor’s Wife world, in the Blog world, the Twitter world, the Park Mom world, the Room Mom world…the McDonalds Mom world, none of these groups seem to fit me.
But, where I do fit is this: I fit with those who have their gaze fixed on Jesus. Those who have seen His face and won’t turn back. Those who are determined to see God’s Kingdom established on Earth as it is in Heaven. I am perfectly at home with the friends who look least like me. These are the ones who share my heart.
That doesn’t mean I don’t want to be friends with anyone who doesn’t love Jesus…quite the opposite. I think I love those the most. The ones that are hard for me to get are those who blog for themselves, Twitter for themselves, Have self-absorbed lives and self-absorbed children. I still love them, but I probably won’t be hangin with them.
Guess that’s the inspiration you’ll get from a dead skunk and opossum.