god loves glasses, too

last night, i was sitting in the upstairs of donkey coffee working on thesis stuff. most of the conversations had petered off, though a few moms were still going strong, and so too, were my two companions with laptops.

for awhile, i just sat and listened and picked up the conversation of two girls in the room across from me. they were talking about some fantasy series, dragons, magic, and whatnot, and looked like the stereotypes associated with people who play dungeons and dragons on a saturday evening. i kind of smiled and shook my head, but then stopped, feeling a bit bad for silently laughing. i then had this dreadful vision of me standing in front of a classroom teaching someday and there is a young girl in the back of my class, blonde hair with glasses, and i constantly ignore her because i don't want the other kids to think i favor the misfit.

but god does.

yea, as i was sitting there, it occurred to me no matter how hard i try, no matter how much self discipline i have or tactics i learn to deal with misfit children (or my misfit self), i will always fall short of loving those two girls.

but god won't.

he loves both of them,
and you,
and me,
perfectly.

and that's pretty amazing.