It has the bill of a duck, yet it’s not a duck. It has the tail of a beaver, yet it isn’t a beaver. It sports feet of an otter. It’s a mammal, but it lays eggs. Don’t let its cute little ducky face fool you, it’s venomous and can cause serious pain. What’s the deal with the platypus? People much smarter and more educated than me are in awe of this biological wonder.
A lot of my life I have felt different; that I didn’t fit in. I never seem to fit neatly into one category. I’m young-ish, but I’ve been married for a long time (12 years). I was a pastor’s kid, now I’m a pastor’s wife. I don’t have kids, so as much as I try I don’t relate to the treasures and trials of motherhood. I hate chick flicks and like guy movies where crap blows up and people get hurt. I have girlfriends I adore, but if you uttered the words “girls night out” I may run away screeching in fear (fewer words in the English language evoke such horrifying emotions for me as “girls night out”. I got a shiver just thinking of it.). My list goes on. I am an anomaly.
Rather than looking down on the things that make me different and allowing those things to isolate me, I choose to think of them as things that make me versatile. I am a platypus. I don’t know how to be anything else. God had something in mind when he made me.
I love this passage from Psalm 139: 13-18.
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.