King's Daughter's Kitchen

I hated being different, the odd one out, the last to be chosen. My disability held me back, but people’s preconceptions did more harm than my leg braces and coke-bottle glasses. I developed a hyper-strong judge of human nature for self preservation.

Time passed. I woke up from the “stupid,” the fog of following the world and wanting to fit into it. I had nowhere to turn, nobody to turn to, and nothing to my name. I realized I needed more of Jesus than our Sunday morning pew relationship.

My world view and my self view completely changed. I met the Person of the Holy Spirit. We continue a committed relationship in which both of us communicate constantly and expectantly with each other.

Now, I hope people notice I am the Odd One Out. I hope they question what’s wrong with me if I don’t follow society but follow my Jesus instead. I hope people say, “That chick is weird.”

I believe a lady should look like the woman God made her, so I don’t own a pair of pants. I hope people ask, “What’s got into you?” When they offer alcohol, and I ask for water instead. Then, I could answer that I can’t put world spirits where the Holy Spirit lives.

If they ask me to “partay,” I can say, “No thanks. I wouldn’t want my Jesus to come back for me right in the middle of it all and catch me doin’ a piece of stupid.” Stupid choices  start the path back to nowhere, nobody, and nothing. I won’t go back. When Jesus comes, and we rise to meet Him in the air, I won’t be the Odd One Out, the one left behind.