It was a beautiful day… Full of laughter and memories of where we used to be. Reminders of how thankful I am to have found my savior. I was full. I was happy. I was grateful.
I tried to spread the love in my own way… I tried to say something nice… Simply compliment and uplift… and it was wrong. I was scolded and like a toddler, I lost my cool.
In a moments time, my chest felt heavy. Tears welled in my eyes. I wanted to sob, but I tensed up and held it in. I wanted to scream, leave this Earth, and never look back; all thanks to one small moment.
Sometimes it’s really hard for me to just be me. Sometimes the me I’m trying to free is too intense, too heavy, too… Something. It feels as though something is always wrong with me. Instead of realizing we’re all flawed… Instead of knowing I’m imperfect… I get mad at myself. What the hell is wrong with you, Melissa?
My tears are uncontrollable suddenly. I can’t stop them from escaping so I run to a quiet place where no one can see me. I hold my breath and silently let them fall… Trying my best not to show them to the world. This pain is stupid and useless, I don’t need to bother anyone with it.
I hide myself away… Unusable. I isolate myself and feel it necessary to run away… But there’s no where to run to.
So I put my hands to my eyes in frustration and cry to Him… Where are you? I need you. Jesus please. I need you here right now.
I dream of a day that this Jesus I’ve come to know would manifest Himself into a human body and hold me. Just hold me. Just tell me I’m okay. Just tell me that He’s there, that He’s not going anywhere. But I just hear silence. Where are you?
So, I turn on worship music and I just release.
I’ve been feeling like a black sheep. In detailed, very specific, ways. Knowing that sheep are dumb creatures, I too feel quite dumb. A sheep gets lost or attacked and it doesn’t know how to fight, it just cries it’s ‘bahs’ and corners itself. But being the black one in a sea of white… Became the most daunting.
I know I’m different, but lately I’ve been realizing that it’s becoming increasingly obvious. Black is a strong color to stand out against it’s opposite, white. The world can see me. I’m not hiding anymore… I can’t hide anymore.
Then something profound enters my head, a faint familiar voice that isn’t mine… “You’re supposed to stand out.”
I never wanted to be the weird one. I never wanted people to judge me. That’s why I used to be so quiet. There was no use in talking because I didn’t agree… I didn’t feel the same. I said the right things. I acted the right way… until I couldn’t stand anymore… until I broke under the pressure of being someone everyone could like.
When people used to tell me to be on one of those singing competition TV shows, I thought… Hell no do I want the world to put a spotlight on ME.
I’m too concerned with what the world thinks. I’m placing value in what is right or wrong by the reactions I get from people. I’m following the lost sheep of the world instead of the Shepherd who loves me enough to leave the ninety nine and return me to His flock.
So, I refocus on Him. This time, the tears are tears of gratitude. I cry, this time, because I can be this emotional mess and He will still love me, still want me, still take me. I cry because I have nothing else to give but that tiny bit of gratitude, and He’s still happy to see me.
When I look at the world around me, I see love like a rope that crosses it’s own path creating a web of interconnected journeys and possibilities. It spreads in all directions of our population and world. Love resides in our spirits to spark our creativity… To spark hope… To change lives in a moments time.
He said that I’m supposed to stand out. So, here I am… Weird and emotional and fighting with my worst enemy, me. But the more I learn to embrace me, those things I dislike begin to gradually dissolve. That’s what love does… Love tells you who you are and invites you to not just be who you are, but thrive as the individual you are.
Do not conform to the patterns of this world… Be transformed by the renewing of your mind… Rom 12:12
He came to bring this sword of division. Matt 10:34-38
He came to live within me to use me as a beacon of light. Light cuts through darkness with ease. Light changes the atmosphere. And even the tiniest amount of light in a sea of darkness, can be seen. Matt 5:14-16, John 12:46, Eph 5:6
He made me this black sheep. I’m learning to be okay with that. I’m learning to embrace that. Flaws and all.
I can no longer conform to the pattern of normalcy that is truthfully a figment of a societal imagination. I am me. Love me or leave me, I am still me.

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