walking as the ‘real’ me

I used to worry about what you thought of me. As a hardwired sensitive creative, my imagination used to be preoccupied thinking about what you might be thinking about me.And by you, I don’t mean God. I mean each of you out there. The people I walk by, serve coffee, book appointments for, work alongside, say hi to at church, sing with.
Whether I knew you or not, I was too concerned with what you might say or think if I was myself.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

  • The one that occasionally likes to wear heels, but prefers her Converse.
  • The one who loves to study the Bible, write whenever she can, and read tons.
  • The one who doesn’t like horror movies, but loves whodunits, musicals & Hallmark movies.
  • The one who prefers to wear jeans, navy and teal over black.
  • The one who loves costume jewelry over gold and diamonds.
  • The one who prefers tulips, daffodils & daisies to roses and orchids.
  • The one who would rather eat leftovers than eat out, and not just coz I have allergies.
  • The one who rarely drinks alcohol, and has never smoked anything other than bbq.
  • The one who fiercely proud & protective of her family, faithful to her friends, & adores her fur babies.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

But mostly, I was afraid to share my giftings.

  • Music, prophetic, & freedom ministering.
  • Writing.
  • Mentoring.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Because how those gifts are expressed through me is not how they will be expressed through anyone else. For each of us is different. All made in His image, but each uniquely designed to differently meet the needs of the world around us. 1 Corinthians 12 calms my worries as it reminds me that I am a part of His Body, designed to do my part.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

I have been called to join God in meeting the needs around me, in the way He has made me to do so. Even if what I do looks different to you, or what you do looks different to me.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

May we celebrate our differences instead of comparing ourselves, as together we make a difference in this world.

#sharingHope

Published by Karla Lees

sharing Hope on the hard days for the hurting, the broken and the lonely.

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