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.
Before I begin this lesson, I should tell you that when I talk about a snowflake, I’m not talking about the derogatory term some people use to describe the younger generations. I’m talking about the miracle that every snowflake is a bit different from all other snowflakes.
I have a confession—I’m weird!
But so are you! And by weird I mean different from everyone else. We’re all unique. Not one of us is exactly the same as anyone else on this earth. Not even if you’re an identical twin, triplet or whatever.
Just as every snowflake is different so are we!
And we’re just fine and dandy with that until somewhere around the age of five or six. Interestingly enough right about the time we start school, something mysterious happens. Suddenly, we want to be like everyone else! What happens when we start to remake ourselves in the image of the “cool kids?” We lose our snowflakiness. We forget who we were created to be. Instead, we work hard at making ourselves be like everyone else.
And since I don’t know any other fifty-eight year olds who want to hula hoop, it didn’t seem to make sense that I wanted to. It seemed…well weird! But I did want to hula hoop!
But since I’m in the process of learning to become the snowflake God created me to be, I didn’t ignore the idea. But on the other hand, I wasn’t quite ready to proclaim my weirdness—yet again. I understand that those weird parts of me are what allow me to be a writer. And since I love being a writer, I’m learning to accept and even celebrate my weirdness…oops, I mean my uniqueness. I’m learning to give myself permission to be who I am. To be the person God created me to be.
After all, God doesn’t make mistakes! We aren’t who we are by accident. God designed us. We are fearfully and wonderfully made. And he made us just the way he wanted us to be!
Isn’t that an awesome thought?
I hope that changes the way you think about yourself.
Anyway, the idea of buying a hula hoop and giving it a whirl (pun intended!) wouldn’t go away.
We’d go to stores and I’d wander over to the toy section but didn’t say anything to my husband about wanting a hula hoop for a long time.
Why not? Obviously because I cared more about what he’d think than I wanted to hula hoop. Finally, one day we went into a store and there in front of me were hula hoops—on sale! I gave a sidelong glance at my husband, then said, “Oh, look. Hula hoops. I’ve been wanting to buy one.”
He stared at me as I walked over and picked a hula hoop out of the bin. After a moment, he asked, “Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I thought it would be good exercise and fun.”
“Oh.” He shrugged and walked off to look at something else, probably fishing supplies.
And so I had my hula hoop.
I’m a snowflake—and so are you! Isn’t it time to celebrate your specialness, your uniqueness, your snowflakiness? Give yourself permission to be the person God created you to be.
NEXT TIME: SPIRITUAL LISTENING LESSON 3
This is an excerpt/summarization from GOD, LIFE, & HULA HOOPS. To buy the book or get it free with Kindle Unlimited, click on the link.