Wonderfully Complex!

  

 Have you ever sat down and thought about how different you are? Have you ever just thought, “no man I am different.” Or you have just resigned yourself to a life of mediocrity [read as a carbon copy of everyone else]. If you are just like everyone else do you realize that you are robbing the world, a chance to experience the real you? Essentially what I am saying is, if you are trying to be like everyone else you are a thief. There! I said it. You are a thief! I’m sorry if I have offended you [I hope I did because I need you to stop being a thief. Yes you!] Just bear with me briefly as I take you down memory lane very quickly.

10 year old Amy was a girly girl. 13 year old Amy was a tomboy. 14 year old Amy was a tomboy who loved extremely high heels [weird right?]. 15 year old Amy went back to being a girly girl. Whatever the cool kids said was cool, I was cool with it. We could go year-by-year, and the only consistent thing was me being inconsistent on a lot of things that identify me and make me well, me.

There was a version of Amy to suit every environment. There was a high school Amy would do just about anything to fit in. And then volunteer Amy who had to create a new persona to suit  the role that was at hand. Shortly after along came university Amy, a mature version who was wise beyond her years. To add onto all this there were  Amys that loved black, loved pink, loved to be alone, loved to be around crowds, loved to read, loved to watch movies, loved sadza, loved anything else that isn’t sadza, loved wholly,  loved nonchalantly and and and… The list goes on and on and on, but there is a trend. A lot of who I was was influenced by the people I hung around. I did not know myself to the extent that I would find out things that I like from other people. I was just content with being whoever, whenever the need arose. If you have followed the walk down memory lane closely, you will see that I was a thief [still am sometimes, it’s so hard to stop robbing *sigh].

Since we have established that we are thieves, [you and I] let’s talk about why we need to stop expeditiously [take out your dictionary!]. The Bible in Jeremiah chapter 1 verse five says, ”I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. Before you were born, I sent you apart and appointed you as my prophet to the nations.” Now I am by no means saying we should all be prophets, that was the prophet Jeremiah’s call, not mine, not yours [unless you actually are called to be a prophet , dear reader ]. My focus here is on how personal purpose is.

The Bible in the verse quoted above, does not say I knew you guys, and sent you guys apart and appointed all of you. The message is personal, I knew you, I set you apart, I appointed you. The beauty in this is that God is that personal with everybody, so there’s really no need to piggyback on anyone else’s dream, vision, identity, or plans. We just aren’t the same.

Even Jeremiah 29 verse 11 says, “For I know the plans I have for you…” Not the plans he has for you and your Besty or you and your parents or you and your boyfriend. The purpose is personal because the plans are personal

To really really stop you stealing I am going to quote the Psalmist in Psalm chapter 139 verse 14 which says, “I will praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are your works, and that my soul knows very well.” Every single one of us was uniquely made, fearfully, and wonderfully made. The new living translation says, “thank you for making me so wonderfully complex.“ I love this version because yes, we are complex works of art. But this does not mean we shouldn’t figure out the complexities and embrace them, we really should. The world needs all these complexities. They bring balance to the world and help us function well in our God-given purpose.

To give you closure [I know how much you people love it] I eventually realized that I could not be a person who is blown by every wind of doctrine. [read as everything that other people are enjoying and/or doing]. I began to take intentional steps to figure out who I am, and what I actually like, and that dear reader is how I was released from the clutches of thinking black is my favorite color when my favorite color is actually pink. Go out and be wonderfully complex, please! Otherwise I stayed up late writing this for you for no reason.

[FYI, I wrote this at one in the morning, that's how much I love you, dear reader].