First I'd like to say picking out a name for a blog is very stressful. You have to figure out a title that expresses my past, present and future as well as my hopes and dreams into a nice little catch phrase.
So I was one of 8 Jennifers in my Middle School Growing up. (If you are a Jenny and a product of the 80s you too feel my pain). I was only in a graduating class of like 250 something so those Jenny's followed me where ever I go. In class the first day they would always go down the attendence sheet and ask what you would like to be called. Having the last name of "Schmid" you really didn't get to choose. So I was Jennifer, Jen, Jenny-with-a-y, Jenny, Schmid, girl in the back...you get the picture.
Somehow you just started feeling...present but thats it.
If you google me today even with my full name Jennifer Marie Schmid it is outstanding the amount of results that come up. (I think I am the best looking Jennifer Marie Schmid by far...sadly the name is not known for its great selection of hotties)
I somehow along the years defined myself as average. Maybe you'll remember me, maybe not. Not a horrible person but not a great person. Not hideous looking but not a model.......Average
It was recently that God started speaking to me about how he sees me. I've always assumed that he would choose this person or that person but why would he choose me? I'm not greatess at speaking and I cry at kids movies...how could I ever be anything substantial and worthwhile
I'm sure the "average" shepard boy named didn't think that he would become a king, or an "average" Jew named Esther never imagined that the fate of her people would be on her shoulders. Moses felt too average to speak and yet God used him not only to speak but to free his people.....
God uses people who feel average all the time.
See I may be a Jennifer Marie Schmid (1 of 870,000) but God saw me as the one. His daughter. His love. His.
So...I'm an "average" Jen just like David, Esther,Moses...and I'm ok being in with that crowd.
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