I don’t think we realized how much your name would fit you when we chose it. In fact, it wasn’t until after you were born and named that we used the phrase “independent of this world through the grace of God,” to describe you, Indie Grace.
But that is exactly what you are.
I can already tell that you’re going to be different. You probably won’t fit in with the popular crowd, but that’s not going to bother you one bit. My prayer is that you’ll realize who you are in Christ at a young age, and once you do, there’s no stopping you. You’ll grow into the person he created you to be.
Not everyone is going to like that person, but that’s perfectly okay. You’ll know who you are, and you’ll stand firm in that, bearing in mind the words of our Savior:
“If the world hates you, remember that it hated me first.” (John 15:18, NLT)
As your mama, I struggle with people seeing me as different. Many may assume that we base our life decisions on a desire to be different. I understand why you’d make that assumption, as we do generally tend to shy away from societal norms. But nothing could be further from the truth.
I don’t desire to be different anymore than homosexuals don’t choose to be attracted to members of the same sex. (At least that’s what they claim. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but I do know that being different—whether you’re gay or you’re crunchy—makes life harder, so why would anyone choose it?)
There is one thing, and one thing only, that compels me to make choices that most would consider “outside the norm”.
Jesus—and my relationship with him. Just as he was hated and murdered by the religious crowd, as his children, we can expect to be hated as well.
And just as I didn’t choose to be different, I didn’t choose to be his. He chose me, and I said yes. My life might be harder in some ways, but it’s a beautiful kind of hard. It’s the kind of hard that’s really not hard at all.
“For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:30)
It’s the kind of hard that you feel blessed to endure.
I see you around other people—adults and children alike—and it’s like looking into a mirror. Just like your mama, you’re slow to warm up, but once you do, you really come out of your shell. It doesn’t happen around everyone. Only around people you know you can trust. People who don’t—for one second—make you feel bad for who you are.
To the girl who wears mittens in summer…
Don’t ever let this world make you feel bad about being different.
Don’t ever feel the need to do things you don’t feel good about for the sake of fitting in.
And most importantly, don’t ever let anyone discourage you from being the beautiful person God created you to be.
Independent of this world through his. amazing. grace.