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My field of vision can be so short sighted, I can barely see past my own nose or should I say beyond my current situation. About the time I think I have gained insight as to who I am or what I am to offer others, here comes another circumstance to help set me apart from those around me.
By apart, I mean my feeling like that old song from a Sesame Street episode….
One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn’t belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?
In another life I would have thought that to be a bad thing. Today I have a new perspective.
Gal 1:15 But when God, who set me apart from birth and called me by his grace, was pleased
Indeed, “one of these is not like the others”