I know I am different. I embrace it. I am the person in front of church, in my little world, worshiping different than you. I am a Christian woman with bipolar who never appears to have bipolar. I am the church secretary, admin, manager (titles don’t impress me) who can engineer multiple projects in one building while putting together the weekly newsletter and manage the accounts payable, all while simultaneously managing anxiety.
However, am I different? God has made us all unique, which is a blessing, because I can only handle one of some people (including me). So, I am different in ways others will never understand. There is an innate gift that others cannot see. My worship is distinct from the outward expression to the quiet of my soul. I recognized it years ago. The relationship I share with Jesus is unique and personal. But so is the one you share. So you are different as well.
We are amazing children. You are doing life with God your way, and I’m doing life with him in mine. We are beautiful in various ways, and love on multiple levels. We are all different. Yet, so much the same. It is a pleasant thought and brings greater respect to the ‘we are one body with many members’ verses. (1 Corinthians 12:12-27)
Forever different in the same family.