more different

its probably stupid to have a name for a blog. Especially when I know that only about 5 people read this (hey Grandmommy and Grandaddy).

But “More Different” is more than a blog title. It all started when my friend Ashley told my family “Everyone’s different, Lindsey’s just….more different.”

I was too busy being offended to recognize the significance of her comment.

No one wants to be truly different. Or, at at least I didn’t. Different is fine in superficial ways like music preferences or hair color or favorite ice cream flavor. But deep down, I think everyone wants to know they belong to something greater than themselves. Why else would we have sports teams and marriage and church and gangs? We all want to be appreciated for our “differences” and assured of our underlying similarities.

I don’t think this is a bad thing. It’s just problematic when someone points out your sneaking suspicion…you are more different. There really are parts of you that no one understands. If you tell someone what you’re really thinking, they will probably think you are, as you fear, completely insane.

The thing is, I like being more different. Its who I am. When I see the many places that I truly don’t fit, I also see even more clearly the place where I really do fit. Only in the heart of God am I free to be more different. I know he loves me, and when I focus on that (which is definitely not all the time) I belong. When I’m with him, I’m home.

It’s ok to be more different. You’re ok when you feel that way. I know it can get lonely, and it seems so painful at times, but finding your place in the heart of God is worth it.