I always used to think that I was a pretty interesting, or “special” kid and that was probably coz I was usually quite different to the kids around me (at any given time).
At school I was the only colored kid in my group of (white) friends for a long time. which also automatically made me the only poor kid, the only kid who could dance and my favorite – the funny kid (we all know colored people are there for the rest of South Africa to laugh at).
At home I was also surprisingly the only colored kid… but all my friends here were black. This then made me the only… actually I never really felt excluded or different in this group, at least not in a negative way.
Anyway, my point is (and I can go on about this all day, trust me) I never had to try hard to be different, remembered or feel special. If on the odd occasion I did feel like I was sinking into the background a little bit, I would just resort to my great story-telling skills, or drop a few bars and tell a joke if I had to coz people had to remember how special I was.
And then I moved to the big city and no-one cared. I didn’t even know that I did, until a short while back and that was scary but necessary. I read a tweet recently that went something like “growing up to be an average adult after being (told you were) a special kid” and that got me all the way in my feels…
I’m fine now though (in case you were wondering), but of course I had to cry, stress-eat and have pajama day every day for at least a week first. Now I get that I was a special kid and I’m a pretty special semi-adult too… and so are all those other super fascinating people I see in the street, who wear way cooler clothes, have way cooler hair and look like they actually have their lives figured out (I mean, they probably eat breakfast regularly! Before 11am even, wow).
Plus, even if no-one else thinks I’m worth a second glance (except my mom,coz she gave birth to me and my fiance, coz, well he expects cuddles and compliments from me all the time-so they kinda have to) God thinks I’m worthy (hahaha thought I was gonna get through this without Jesus?)
I mean we just celebrated Easter guys. I know the pickled fish and chocolate covered marshmallows were lekker (I don’t mess with hot-cross buns), but surely you haven’t forgotten why you made you’re bi-annual trip to church. Yup, you were so special to Jesus he literally died for you. Even if you’re not as interesting as you thought, you’re still to die for (I can’t help but be cheesy sorry).
On the real though, remember that or at least remember one of these:
Psalm 139:13-14 You alone created my inner being. You knitted me together inside my mother. I will give thanks to you because I have been so amazingly and miraculously made. Your works are miraculous, and my soul is fully aware of this
Romans 8:32 Since he did not spare even his own Son but gave him up for us all, won’t he also give us everything else?
*Cue Chance the RAPPER-D.R.A.M Sings Special: