I have been so joyous in my healing and restoration and I wouldn’t want you to think my life is perfect, because it is not. There is much that needs to change but I am not concerned over it because I know who is in control. The greatest issue I have dealt with since my salvation has been feeling like a misfit, and I’ve discovered that no amount of healing and restoration is going to change that for me. I will always be a misfit. I sometimes forget that I am not the only misfit traveling the land. Last night I received a reminder.
I have been needing a haircut and something to be done with my ‘highlights’ (greys) for some time so I made an appointment to have it taken care of. I spent three hours in a salon chair and made friends with another misfit. She, too, is a Christian woman struggling to maintain purity and holiness in a world that constantly bombards with profanity, pornography, obscenity, abuse, violence, covetousness and greed. Raising a teenage son on her own, she fears for his future and prays almost nonstop for his present. She, too, has seen the devastation that this world’s ways bring into the lives of our young people and while her heart aches for what her son is facing on a daily basis she relies totally on the One who holds the future.
For three hours we misfits were not misfits. We were able to encourage one another and pray with and for one another. The world spinning out of control around us was unable to penetrate our ‘misfit bubble’ as we joined spirits to fight an unseen enemy. Misfits. Not ever at home in this world. Forever engaged in a spiritual battle for the lives of others. Longing for a home that is not to be found on this earth. Following an unseen Commander into war zones that would make the toughest marine cringe – battlefields of the mind and dimensions of the spiritual realm. Taking authority over demons and commanding circumstances. Misfits.
Today I am renewed in my spirit because I was able to fellowship with another misfit without interruption. I am looking forward to the next opportunity to discover another misfit and find common ground from which we can together take back stolen ground. Suddenly, being a misfit is no longer a bad thing for me. Somehow I have been transformed from a misfit into a member of an elite force – a force that only those dedicated to Him can join but that is open to all who choose to do so. Abba has given me some new adjectives to replace ‘misfit’.
Elite. Special. Choice. Exclusive. Unique. Exceptional. Distinctive. Matchless. Inimitable. Empowered. Victorious. Overcomer.
So … do you belong? How does this make you feel? Speaking only for myself of course —- WOOO HOOO!! GO GOD!
Daniel 11:32 King James Version (KJV)
32 …… the people that do know their God shall be strong, and do exploits.
Let’s go misfits! There are souls to be rescued!