I was feeling a bit brainless yesterday (this is rather normal after a 48 hour shift) so I succumbed to one of those online Facebook quizzes. This one bet they could guess who I was in only 20 questions. Here is their conclusion:
I do not have gray hair. I am not married. I most certainly haven’t recently had my first child. I’m actually quite happy with my childhood…despite the whole cult thing. Oh, and I most certainly am NOT male.
They did get a few things right. I am in my mid thirties, I have brown eyes, and I have a fit body…at least that’s what I like to tell myself. And last but not least; I am experiencing exciting days, I know more are coming, and I really hope that I am remaining strong, loving, and deeply caring as I go through life.
I went back through the questions and tried to figure out how they decided I’m a guy. Here’s what I came up with. I chose beef over chicken. I don’t work in an office. I don’t use facial moisturizer or nail polish (Yes, I get pedicures; but I pay someone else to put the nail polish on. I am seriously handicapped when it comes to actually applying the stuff myself.). It takes me less than an hour to get ready in the morning.
But I did say that I cook often and I liked the picture of the children playing. I also did not choose beer. Blech.
I guess my “masculine” traits outweigh my “feminine” traits.
I’m just not a stereotypical female.
And here is my issue.
Why can’t I just be me?
God programmed my taste buds to like steak.
He made me to be “low maintenance.”
He gifted me to work in an industry that many find “masculine.”
But who cares?
Why do we look at people and see gender, color, socioeconomic status, and nationality?
Why don’t we just see people?
That’s what God sees.
“There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.”