Life may be beautiful...

...but people are weird.

Harsh? Not really. I am absolutely justified in this statement. Why, do you ask?

I have turned into a telemarketer. Of sorts.

Ironic, considering how bad I was at selling Girl Scout cookies.

My average conversation goes something like this:
Random person: Hello?
Me: Hi, is this so-and-so?
Random person: WHO IS THIS?!?

...I would be afraid to be friends with someone who always answered the phone in such a way. They must be very suspicious people.

The other day I called an older lady, told her who I was, and she responded, "NO WAY! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO CALL ME FOR YEARS!!!" ...and then hung up.

Then there's that awkward moment when the person you are trying to call happens to be dead. Which actually happens quite often.

And there's people who have their phone under their son's name, even though he hasn't lived there for 20 years.

I frequently have elderly people tell me that they aren't going to live long enough to make switching insurance worth it.



...I don't understand.

Different. Important.

2 Corinthians 12: "There are diversities of gifts, but the same Spirit, there are differences of ministries, but the same Lord. And the are diversities of activities, but it is the same God who works all in all...But one and the same Spirit works all these things..."

Different people are good at different things. Raise your hand if you knew that already. We look at people and want what they have. People look at us (some of us, anyway...) and want what we have. No of us are ever satisfied. For example, I know how to draw trees, and I can't sing. Just which one of those sounds like the better deal to you? I would rather kill a cat than give a speech, but I have friends who think it's the most fun thing in the entire world. My entire family has the gift of sarcasm, but I know some people who think I'm the most awkward person ever because they can't understand it.

What's the deal?

Well, I hope it's obvious, but the world wouldn't work very well if everyone had the same talents. We were created different. We need to be different. Different isn't weird. Different is needed.

Do what you're good at, and let everyone else do what they're good at. Be the awesome, valuable person God created you to be. You're special, you're needed, you're important.

Own it!

Hi ho, Hi ho, it's back to school we go...

Spring Break was very nice and...breakful. Now we are back at school. It's always funky the first few days after coming back. You don't know what time to get up, what time to go to bed, or what to do with the free time you have due to a temporary slight lack of homework. And then there's those awkward moments when you see all of the people you know for the first time, and you're not sure if you can hug some of them or not. So you do a weird high-fivey thing. Or the awkward wave. Either works. But there are also those awesome adopted-family-reunion moments. Those are the entertaining ones. Every one hugs and exclaims and is smiley. And that's just the boys. They get really excited to see each other... Random insertation: Patrick just announced that he wants to start a church named "Saltwater"