Character Confession: I Am Not a Pez Dispenser

It’s Saturday, my day to let the words fly double barrel in hopes you can relate and be encouraged.

I’m a visual person and lately, I keep seeing a dollar store item to explain how I feel.

I’m not Wonder Woman. I don’t have the bracelets or the awesome hair that never goes out of place when I spin around. I have sass and amazing boots, but I don’t smile all the time and come off with style and grace. I cry, need sleep, and run way too often when Wonder Woman went head first toward the danger.

I’m also not a Pez Dispenser. That’s the visual I keep thinking about. I’m a human being who embraces the call on my life.  I’m a wife, mom, writer, daughter of the Lord. I’m open to be His vessel in whatever way He asks. He’s asked for some things that didn’t make sense at the time, or were valley experiences, but I knew He’d see me through. And He does.

One of the things I know I was created for is to believe God and take things to Him with faith in prayer. I don’t do so with a business card in hand making sure this is all me, because it is not. I do encourage people to go to God and ask Him, because He’s not a secret keeper. He wants to show them and love them through. When people ask for pray, they trust that I will do it in a way that isn’t treating Him like a genie, but my Heavenly Father, accessing Him through His Son, Jesus, who is my friend. It’s so simple most miss it.

People also miss beyond them having the same kind of mountain moving faith, they could see me for more than a Pez dispenser. In “real life” or online, I’m often asked to pray. It’s an honor, and I do. I dispense it, and believe it’s good stuff they will receive from God.

But I’m more than that. I’m someone that struggles too. Those that see me strictly as a Pez never ask how I’m doing. They don’t ask what prayer needs I or my family might have. Once they have their prayer they don’t share a joke or a book they enjoyed. I’m not saying it’s a  scratch my back kind of deal for me to pray, but I just don’t want to feel used just for prayer sake and thrown aside once the prayer is over. I’m not saying feeling frustrated about this is right, but it’s my character confession.

And sometimes, I totally feel like a “pez.”

This is a confession that is geared toward a 1% or less in my life who won’t even realize this is about them. If you’re worrying, oh my gosh, do I treat her or another praying person this way, most likely you’re fine. I just saw a spurt of these situations hitting me where the people meant well, but I left feeling like the Pez.

How about you? Does the Pez Dispenser visual conjure an image for you? Can you relate to feeling used for a talent/gift/hobby/ etc…?

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