Fighting Funny

There are different kinds of working, but in all of them and in everyone it is the same God at work….All these [gifts] are the work of one and the same Spirit, and he distributes them to each one, just as he determines. 1 Cor. 12:6,11

For you created my inmost being, you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Ps. 139:13,14

Maybe it all started back when I had short hair. People told me all the time that I reminded them of Ellen. Now, granted, Ellen is hilarious, and I think it was supposed to be a compliment; but it made me a little uncomfortable to think that people were putting the two of us in the same congruous thought. It certainly wasn’t the dancing that brought the comparisons. I don’t have those kinds of moves. Elaine from Seinfeld, maybe; but not Ellen.

I reasoned that it was my nose and hairstyle. I didn’t want to go to all the trouble and expense of changing my nose; besides, I think it has character. So I let my hair grow longer. It worked, too; people stopped calling me Ellen quite so much, and that was nice. But still, I struggled with the box many put me in. I like to laugh. I get a kick out of writing what I think are funny Facebook statuses. It puts me at ease when I’m speaking to a group of people and they all laugh at something that I said. It doesn’t even matter if I meant to be funny, really. I just love the sound of laughter…whether at my expense or my intention. But for a long time, the expectation of funny bothered me.

I liked being funny girl when it suited me; I just didn’t want to be known that way.

After all, I like to think of myself as a deep, deep…deep, deep, deep well of wisdom and insight (go ahead, at my expense or intention…doesn’t matter 🙂 So it bothered me when “funny” was the thing people seemed to notice and like the most.

What I’m learning, though, in large part through this blog, is that I should embrace the person that God made me to be. Why do we struggle so much with simply being who we are? We want to be known for something else. Maybe we try to imitate others whose gifts we admire. As a result, we don’t do much for the cause of Christ. We hit very few home runs when we’re swinging outside our wheelhouse.

My strike zone isn’t going to change. Yours isn’t either. It may take awhile for us to discover what that sweet spot is, but God made each of us with extraordinary forethought and design. He won’t anoint us to be someone other than who He created us to be.

So go ahead and be awesome today, in your own special way. You be you and I’ll be me, for the glory of the One who made us.

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