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What makes me so special ?

I follow several blogs that I like to read and respond to when I can. One of the blogs is from Angie Mizzell.  Her blog post this morning asked the readers what made us special. As I read this blog post the voices in my head convinced me that I did not want to attempt to comment on it.  I told the voices in my head to shut up and I pushed it to the back of my mind to contemplate it.  I knew that I would re visit this particular blog post again this evening and I did.

I spent some time on Angie’s blog and wrote a response that FB and WordPress  promptly ATE…..  As I sat here and realized my response was GONE and I had not copied it, I did not miss a beat.  I popped open MS Word and rewrote the response below.

I read and reread the post several times and let it soak in.  As I contemplated the question about what makes me so special, this is what I thought.  As I look at myself I know that I have gifts and talents.  Having gifts and talents does not make me special.  Perhaps what I do with those gifts and talents could be special.  Then I figured that we all have gifts and talents.  Having those does not make me necessarily special.

What makes me special is my life story.  Two separate but important events happened that changed the course of my life.  The first event is when my adoptive parents found my sister and I in a German orphanage and brought us to America.  We were given a new lease on life.  My sister was able to get eye surgery since she was half blind and I was not supposed to ever walk thanks to a club foot.

Despite the wonderful gift of being brought to America my sister and I did not experience a picture perfect childhood.   Needless to say, I was a very screwed up young man.  I was so screwed up I wound up in a county jail for 45 days and then spent some time living under a bridge in Houston Texas.  I went from there to the Star of Hope Mission where I found God.  Actually, God ran to me.  I accepted Jesus as my savior as a 17 year old young man, but never allowed him to the Lord of my life.  I will never forget the day that I asked God to come into my life.  I was in the woods in Quinlan Texas and one of my friends dad was a chaplain with the voluntary fire dept.  He was the one who told me about how much God loves me.

What is so special about me you ask?  God ran to me and he loved me.  He saved me from my screwed up brokenness.  He has been fixing the pain and brokenness in my heart, mind and spirit for the last 35 years.  Because he ran to me and loved me I have been able to experience real joy, peace and contentment.  I am married to a wonderful woman who has loved me despite of who I am and where I have come from.  I have four adult children who love me and do not hate me.  I have had a job in I.T. for the last 24 years despite the fact I do not have a four year degree.   God has opened one door after the other and somehow I managed to walk through those doors.

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Comments

  1. You’re right, that story is what makes you special. Special doesn’t mean “better” or even “great”. It absolutely means that God uses our lives to help and influence others. It’s amazing and humbling. And I’ll never forget the day we had lunch at Mellow Mushroom and showed Dillon the magic trick. You are compassionate and the way you treat people is a testament to who you are.

    Do me a favor, will you try to post a comment to my blog, to link back this post?

  2. Thank you Angie, you are very kind to say that. I feel blessed that we are friends. 🙂