There are so many things that I can’t do or simply have zero interest in. It makes me think I could be a defective model. When I get incredulous looks or comments because of my defect I have found myself responding that “I’m missing that gene”. I like to say that because it lets me off the hook; how can it possibly be my fault if I have missing genes? Right???
For instance, I’m not the least bit interested in sports, any sports. (Well, I do like bowling, does that qualify?) Living in Oklahoma that almost makes me feel guilty! I don’t think I have met one person here who isn’t an avid OU or OSU fan. I almost feel jealous sometimes seeing how much fun my friends have cheering for their teams, not to mention all those tail gate parties I’m missing out on. I’m telling you I’m shamefully clueless when it comes to football and baseball.
I have friends who are enthusiastic gardeners, quilters, and knitters. I don’t have a green thumb and I’ve even been know to kill artificial plants. I have “two left hands” when it comes to knitting or sewing.
I console myself by in the fact that I can cook just about anything and I can do it well. I love taking pictures and hope someday to take a photography class. I like to write but recognize I’m weak in this area as well. I’m a great housekeeper, and to finish, I love to read.
Now before you shed a sympathizing tear for me let me just say, I’m really ok with all of this and I know I can’t be defective, and here is the reason why…
O Lord, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O Lord.
You hem me in — behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
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. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Ps 139:1-16
How can I continue on with my ‘pity party’ when I consider that I am extremely loved by God?