Seeing Things Differently

If real life was the movie Divergent, I’d be from the Candor faction with a splash of Erudite.

My daughter? Total Dauntless.

Raising someone who is literally the exact opposite of you teaches you a variety of things, but let’s hit on two main ones:

1. You’re not the greatest type of person known to man.
2. Grace and patience don’t well up naturally within you.

But that’s where God comes in.

I’ve had to ask for so much grace and patience, it’s a wonder I’m not on some sort of list by now (like the one I’m on at Walmart for spending a bit too much time in the toy section. It’s not my fault. If you’re gonna bring back Polly Pockets, then Ericka’s gonna be playing with them).

It used to hurt loving someone so different than me, which says a lot more about me than the other person.

I was convinced that I was right, the world was wrong, and that if you’d only see things my way, then just maybe we could right this world together.

Hilarious.

Now, I see differences as yet another way God nudges me to let myself go. There He is, gently prying back these fingers until all of me is seeking all of Him, and this time, I’m the one seeing things differently.