When I was a kid, I wrote a prayer. I prayed this prayer a lot. I couldn’t have been more than 6 or 7, but I read the Bible over and over, all the time. And I prayed this prayer. I still have it. It goes:

Dear God, 
I want to Judge like Deborah, fight like Joshua, and thug like Ehud, 
Pray like Daniel, prophesy like Elijah, and write like David, 
Understand like Paul, preach like Peter, and see like John. 
I want to be like Jesus. 
I want to be like Jesus. 
I want to like Jesus. 
Amen.

When people say I am strange, or that I’m weird, or comment on the oddity of my personality and the all ways I do not match, I remember this prayer now.

How I was so sure I wanted to be so much like these people, never knowing the cost of the odd combinations I’d put together? It’s beyond me.

Oh well. 🤷🏾‍♀️