I am unique and there is no one like me.
I love Psalm 139 where it says “For you (God) created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. Praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made…your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.”
What is unique? Stated in the dictionary it means – the embodiment of exclusive characteristics. According to the science aspect, my fingerprints, DNA, and hair are exclusive. I am unique.
When my oldest son hit puberty in junior high and depression set in. One night we were talking, well I was talking and he was laying there. He confessed he would rather be in Heaven than go on with his meaningless life. My heart went to my stomach. Did he say what I thought he said? Did I understand his meaning? I was scared and didn’t know how to respond.
Over the next several years, the sense of dread would sweep over me when I pulled into the garage. An unknown factor waited for me on the other side of the door. With trepidation, I would seek my son out. Sick with the thought of what I might find – was he dead?  I spent hours on my knees every day pleading and sobbing before the Lord.
During this time several prominent events happened which could only have been answers to my prayers. One was a speaker at a women’s retreat. She spoke about her daughter’s uniqueness. One phrase stuck out and that was “she danced to a different drummer.” That was my son. He was never a follower or a part of the in crowd. He stood alone. It opened my eyes and helped me to see him in a new light.
Another was when a friend told me to read Psalms 139 verses 13-16. It struck me like a lightning bolt I knew I needed to share it with him. He was special in God’s eyes and made for a specific reason. We cried together and prayed, but it was still a battle over the next several years. With the help of two friends and a worship band in the youth department, he made it through high school. Talks of suicide never came up again, but the dread I felt every time I went home took many, many years to leave me.
Every day I praise the Lord for my son and for his friendship. I’m glad to say he has reconnected with those two special friends that got him through the tough years.
Today I am celebrating our uniqueness in that we ‘were fearfully and wonderfully made’.

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