Sometimes I will receive e-mail notices from a blogsite telling me that there are updates from my church friends’ blogs. Well, the term ‘church friends’ is kinda an understatement, since I seldom get to go to church anymore because of my work, and they hardly see me as their church friend anymore. I’m more like “the woman who wrote that article” or the-blacklisted-traitor-who-should-be-struck-off-all-church-related-events.
Something like that.
(btw the article came about out of no choice of mine, but nobody would really understand that, because the angry would want to find someone to blame and my name’s on the forefront open for bashing, so whatever, no matter.)
But anyway, when I get the time, I’ll click through them just to catch up with their lives and see how they are doing. And there would be this list of blogs, friends of friends, that kinda thing, that appears whenever I open the email. One thing always strikes me whenever I glance through the list.
They, almost always, talk about God in their entries. Long, detailed accounts of how good God is, what they have learnt from their days, how they are applying God’s principles, thanking God etc. And then I look at my blog *glances below* and it’s like…….whaa? Beeeeg difference. Monumental.
And to be honest. It makes me a little upset.
Maybe I’ll always be God’s illegitimate daughter. The daughter that no one wants. The adam-lambert of church (sans black eyeliner). The Samaritan woman at the well.
After all how can I ever fit in? I will never be able to be that obedient, sweet little Christian girl at our church, the one that everyone loves, everyone accepts, everyone dotes upon and pampers, who knows how to say the right things, what to say and when to do what they are supposed to do. Almost everybody I know in church is like that.
And here I am, swearing my mouth off sometimes, hot headed, stubborn, spoilt and wilful, with a penchant for mini skirts and tube dresses.
I guess this is the reason, among many others, why I wasn’t invited to the wedding that everyone else was invited to. Yes. There, I finally said it out loud, in the open.
All these things just made me just a little sad. Okay maybe alot sad. Because if even the church has abandoned me, if even they judge me, if even they have dismissed me as someone not of their own, then who do I have left?
For a long time now, I have felt that I have no place left for me that is safe, and it’s been gathering speed. No church, no caregroup, no christian leader I can trust. No one who believes in me.
Maybe I just need to be comfortable in my own skin. But the world is too big.
And it’s just me and God. Just me and God.
What if someday He leaves me too?
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Just don’t give up, I’m workin’ it out
Please don’t give in, I won’t let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep comin around
Hey, whataya want from me (Whataya want from me)
Whataya want from me (Whataya want from me)
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