Had this very random thought while I was showering in my old bathroom just now...
I've had my share of "being weirdo" days (at least in the eyes of the world). I knew nothing much about dressing-up, using make-up and etc. because I was brought up to not care much about looks. I was pretty much your typical bookworm-ish nerd. Thick, round-rimmed glasses. Neat and old-fashioned pony-tail. There came one season in my life when I wore braces with coloured rubbers and had that shiny, metallic grin. I had lofty ambitions about saving the world, writing books and curing the sick. I was the kiasu student, as well as often, the teacher's pet. And then, eating disorders hit and I became 10 times more "weirdo" than ever before.
Despite all that, I am thankful to God that those who loved me still loved me. I bade many friends goodbye after we collected our SPM results and never got in touch with them again - but God gave me new friends who encouraged, loved and accepted me despite my weirdness. Furthermore, they taught me (tactfully) to embrace my womanhood/feminity, appreciate who I am in Christ and love being in my own skin. I am who I am today because of all these wonderful brothers and sisters. Indeed this is what being a citizen of the Kingdom of God is like. Standing firm in one spirit - not minding our differences... but appreciating our diversity and yet treasuring that unity we have in Christ. Looking out for one another, caring if another's armour has slipped off, concerning oneself with another's pain as well as gladness.
Sleeping in my old bedroom has once again evoked memories of these beautiful people in my life - past and present - because this room is where I've cried those tears which only God saw. I thank Him for blessing me with this precious life - during which I've come to know the One with whom I will spend eternity. And no, I didn't get to know Him all by myself - but it was through those beautiful hearts, hands, feet, lips, tears and laughter that I glimpsed His glory.
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