Sometimes I can feel so alone or I think that if I were someone else, my life would be so much better… as if I have fallen short for some reason.
Several days ago while I was taking photos in a crowd for my job, a man I didn’t know walked up to me and made the bold statement, “Ma’am, I bet when they were dishing out the height, you got the short end of the stick.” Caught off guard, I looked up at him and said the only thing that came to mind, “Yes, I guess so.” And then the man was gone.
Well, I admit, I am pretty short. 4′-10 1/2″ to be exact, but I am not normally bothered by that. I have been the grunt of many short jokes in my life. However, at times not relative to my height, I have felt like I don’t measure up in a human sense. I’ve envied others, I have felt like a failure, I have been told in so many words that I am not enough. At these times of wishing I was someone else, I can find rest in this . . .
God created me because he chose me and he wants me right where I am… to be who I am… just as I am… at this very time. In fact, I believe he gave me this time. He gave me me.
No one can be me but me. God didn’t create me to be someone else, just as he didn’t create anyone else to be me.
Thank you, Father, for the gift of me. It is my honor to be who you made me to be. I DO measure up! In, Jesus name, Amen.