One Size does NOT fit All

I dashed out (smashed out?) a poem about the subject below last week.  Then I had some time to process and really write about it. Here’s the post I wanted to write. Smile.
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I have pretty much the best job in the world.  Well, except for maybe Bill Gates. Or the guy at Sara Lee that does the brownie bites testing.

Technically, the perfect job is one that fits you, brings joy and (even when it’s hard) leaves you satisfied knowing you did your best with what you had to give.

I’m an Elementary School substitute teacher, a new-ish venture for me, as I spent the last 20 plus years teaching full time and began the ‘Guest Teacher’ gig in January of this year.

Now before some of you look at me askance (turning your head, hand circling your ear like I’m ca-razy) remember this is a job that fits me (my word for last year was ‘Fit’….)  Elementary school teaching is not for everyone–just ask a High School teacher about people in the ‘Primary Grades’–they, too will look aghast.

Everyone has their niche, a place where their talents and touch make a difference.

Now I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to get that through my blogging brain when it comes to writing.
I only have one voice–one story–one me-with-Jesus’-skin-on to tell my tale.
But boy, do I succumb to the wanting-to-sound-and-be-like-everyone-else syndrome.

Case in point:
You may remember recently when the Christian world was rocked (maybe too strong a word–‘deeply affected’, maybe?) by a certain decision at the faith based agency World Vision?  Director Richard Stearns issued a statement about a policy change in their organization. The news was like a bombshell–hiring practices were going to be implemented allowing people in same sex relationships to be employed by their organization.

This decision hit a little too close to home–World Vision’s headquarters is 30 minutes down the freeway from me here in the Seattle area.  I have close friends and family members in very key positions there and I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about this decision and its affects on them.

Before I could work through the issue (or sleep on it, always a wise choice) I posted a slanted comment on Facebook.

Then I deleted it.

After that I was scrolling through Twitter and noticed Jen Hatmaker had written something about the World Vision issue; it stirred me up again. Her post generated 136 comments (no doubt the number has increased).

So I decided to write something on MY blog. It was a hasty post and I found it difficult to power through the words. I was grumpy after I hit ‘Publish’ and I usually feel relieved, joyous, satisfied (there’s that word again).  But not this time.

“Oh all that hard work on such a testy issue.  That’s no doubt why I feel so unsettled.”
I linked it on Facebook.  Sent out about 3 tweets over the next hour and finally went to bed.

But I could not shake my blech-y feelings about it. I thought I’d be validated in the morning when I woke and checked all my Twitter retweets and Facebook or blog post comments.

Wrong.

There were 0 comments.  That’s z e r o.  I have a very small band of faithful readers (you!) and expected some feedback from at least 2 or 3 people.  But none.

For whatever reason, clearly this post was not for me to write.

I wanted to be outraged in my response like Micah Murray.
Opinionated and provoking like Jen Hatmaker
Wise and clear thinking like Adriel McIntosh Booker.
But their words didn’t fit me.

It was like trying to convince myself I should be like my friend the High School Math teacher and actually teach geometry. I don’t even UNDERSTAND geometry.  Math stuff is SO not me.

After careful consideration (code for ‘coming to my senses’)
I went back and hit ‘Delete’ on the post.
I unlinked the post from Facebook.
I deleted my tweets from Twitter (try picking up bird seed–not easy).

And I posted in its place a Scripture and a photo for my very sporadic serces “Just Because”.  THAT felt right and good.

Pointing people to Jesus to fall in love with God’s Word is one of my passions.
That’s me.
I’m an amateur poet and write a lot of poetry.
That’s me.
I’m a recovering sinner and former Jesus people hippie Christian.
That’s me.
And I’m the oldest in a family of 5 children whose parents are both gone now….with a life time of stories to tell.

That’s me.

God gave me my voice–literally and writer-ly–to tell MY story, not yours.

Yes, I’m making a choice not to add to the noise, but use my voice (another wise friend, Alia Joy said that).

I hope you’ll come back and read along.
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Linking with Nacole Simmons at Six in the Sticks, where we’re talking about blogging.

8 thoughts on “One Size does NOT fit All

  1. I'm reading here for the first time and enjoying your voice 🙂 You really hit it on the head: when we are speaking in our own voice, there is clarity and peace, even if there is pushback. When we speak in someone else's voice (or attempt to), it doesn't set well. I've experienced this. Even just trying on someone else's style because I'd love to sound like them…

    Thank you for these thoughtful reflections and simple truth reminders.

    Also, you live in Seattle?? I do, too…

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  2. I really enjoyed this post. Many of the posts that I have read tonight at SDG at Jen's place are about this theme. (Though I have found it dificult to post comments on many of the blogs due to signing in…and just don't bother most of the time…I did read them.) This theme of finding your own voice, being yourself. Tis a a needed message. Thanks!!

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  3. Thanks Jody. It's so important to be true to your words and your story and your perspective. We already have a Jenn Hatmaker and she's fabulous but we don't need another one, we just need you and what you bring to the table.

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