I think I keep hoping for a cure for my personality.
I was secretly hoping there was a pill that would change me from an introvert to an extrovert, that would make me like being social, joining stuff, going to parties, hanging out with groups.
All the cool kids are extroverted, social, partying, joining, hanging out with groups kind of people.
And I’ve always wanted to be a cool kid. I confess it. Their lives just seem so much better to me.
But then I stop and wonder, are they better? Or are they just better at coping, or even pretending that life is sunshine and roses?
And every time I wish there was a cure for my personality, am I not disrespecting God who made me just the way He wanted to make me? Psalm 139 says I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
I need to focus on being the best version of me I can be, to step into the version God made, before life got in and altered who I am. Restored to the original.
This is day 12 of #Write31Days.
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