I bless you to rejoice
When you don’t fit into the world’s mold,
When you are misunderstood
And even mistreated.
It’s evidence of who you are,
Beloved child of God.
It’s evidence of your real home,
Heir of Heaven.
You might feel like a misfit,
But you’re a marvelous misfit!
You might feel like a sojourner,
But you’re a sainted sojourner.
You might feel like an exile,
But you are an “elect exile” (1 Peter 1:1).
In this ungodly world,
When you are left out
Or overlooked,
It doesn’t change who you are,
It proves who you are.