Tuesday, February 13, 2018

When you're stranger than you know

Jerry and I took our seats at a table by the restaurant’s front window. As we waited on our lunches of chicken salad, I enjoyed taking in the quaint d├ęcortea pitchers, paintings, and signs with various messages. My gaze landed on one sitting on a mantel.  It hit home, almost as if it were meant for me. It read, “You are stranger than you know.”

Often, I’ll think I’m being a normal person, but then I realize like all writers, my nature makes me a little weird. After all, I make up stories all day. That in itself should qualify me for some degree of strangeness.

I go to sporting events and spend more time taking in the people around me than what’s happening in the game. You never know when you might find a good character.

I find myself in the middle of a conversation and all of a sudden, I’ll take a step back and realize I could use it in a book.

The fictional world in my mind pops up at the most inconvenient times. You don't want to know.

When someone asks me about my story, I usually give some lame answer because I’ve experienced the truth of the adage if you talk too much about your writing, the story can get away from you.

People ask me what I’ve been doing all day, and when I tell them I’ve been getting rid of  –ly words, a normal task for me, they stare at me, glazed.

I am stranger than I know. “Look at that sign,” I said to Jerry. “It’s true.”

 “It is true.” He smiled, put his hand on mine, and added, “You are stronger than you know.”

I took a closer look at the sign. I had misread it. The word was stronger not stranger.

Hey, but maybe, I’m stronger because I am stranger. Being different can make us have a firmer resolve, a more steadfast commitment to the purpose God has for us.

Last week, I watched an interview with one of the Olympic skiers. When she first started she couldn’t get enough of the drills. Down the slope and right back up again for more. Everyone else was whining and complaining. Not her. They thought she was strange. Our passions set us apart.

Perhaps, we’re all a little stranger than we know when it comes to what ignites our hearts. It’s okay. It makes us the unique people we are. It can make us strong.

And God can use all of this for His glory.

“Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adorationwhat a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something” (Psalm 139:14-15).


Lilyan West said...

You are more wonderful than you know . . . .

Beverly Varnado said...

You are sweeter than you know . . .

Lilyan West said...

Congratulations in getting your painting in the University of North Georgia Juried Art Show! March 5-26!

Julie Garmon said...

I'm right there with you in being "strange." My mind works the same way. I can read a phrase--even misread it--and go to town.

This scene felt like the opening of a great novel.

Much love,

Beverly Varnado said...

Julie, I have replied to your comment twice already and had trouble getting it to show up. Ah, a novel scene. Hmm, good advice. Nice to know I have company in my strangeness. Blessings, Bev

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...