What We Do On Misfit Island
When I share with others about my personality I tell them I’m a misfit. When everyone else is having tea parties and talking about the sales at Kohl’s, I’m sizing up the women that I know are wounded and in need of freedom. I’m looking at children who have potential and the world is trying to beat them down until the spark in their eyes are snuffed out. I don’t care for tea and I don’t even know the right way to use utencils.
The joke is I’m Charlie in a Box. I don’t quite fit in and if I had my choice, I’d stay inside the box and let the other toys have a blast without me.
I’m meeting more and more misfits. When I meet with them we laugh remembering the journey when we finally let go of the “I’m never going to be a Barbie” kind of toy. When we see others leaving Barbie island and taking the boat to Misfit Island, we know their pain. We can’t tell them what to do or how to act. It’s something only God can do.
I have two besties that are out of the closet misfits. Kim Zaksek and Maria Spencer not only are close friends, they are close by. Although I still drive past both their homes I’m leaving my box and joining them more to realize misfits don’t have to be alone. More than meeting, Kim and Maria team blog with me at The Narrow Gate Invites.
The Gate, as we misfits call it, shares the deeper things in faith few want to talk about let alone live. Most are a bit too structured in religiosity to open that narrow gate, much less walk through it. But we have fun with it and yep, it’s deeeeeeeepppppp.
This summer I’ve been blogging notes from Sandie Freed’s books. As a prayer warrior, intercessor, if you will, her information, all Biblically based, helps me a lot. It’s definitely more intense, not tea party chat for sure.
If you’re a misfit, join us at the Gate. I’m the one inside the box.
I think misfits are really the mentally healthy:).