Misfit

Misfits.  Those who don’t fit the mold perfectly.  I have been a misfit all my life.  Lots of molds, few I fit perfectly.  There was a season I threw myself away from any mold, just trying to do what was pleasurable, like eating the whole pack of Oreos.  But I have also learned, matured, been coached, or become moldable enough to fit perfectly in lots of molds.  Sports, friend, layman.  Many I have worked desperately hard at, Christian (what I’m currently doing) husband, father, grandfather, artist, teacher.  I could have been tossed out of many molds, misfitting enough to be exchanged for someone better qualified, smarter, stronger, more sincere.  But I have been helped much along the way, people seeing a misfit and reaching out to help.  I could go to sermonizing but the prodigal son is mostly known by all.  The point of these thoughts? I will have many misfits come my way, underqualified, not the favorite, second string…just like me.  Do unto others.  Better sermon anyway.   Should read more of His blog and write less of mine.   

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