The Inn Crowd

 

Oh Holy Night

 

A few days ago I saw a button on my friend Joy’s blog. It asked a question.

It gave me pause for more than just a moment. I examined my heart and searched my soul.

Nativity ~ John Singleton Copley

In a literal sense I have never been part of the “in crowd”. During the tween years my reflection revealed a girl with buck teeth, hand me down clothes and a bad Dorothy Hamill haircut.

The teen years were just as awkward. Like Joan Cusack “Sixteen Candles” awkward with headgear and rubber bands taking center stage.

I have written before that my teen years were harder than most. Still, I painfully tried to fit in.

The Nativity ~ Gerard van Honthorst

This desire to be accepted continued through young adulthood and if I am completely honest with myself I sometimes still compare and have desires of aligning myself with those who “seem to have it all”.

Nativity ~ Jean-Baptiste-Marie Pierre

But really there is no lasting fulfillment in being part of the in crowd or the Inn Crowd. 

The Nativity ~ Martin Schongauer 1480 A.D.

Thankfully, there is a place that everyone will be everlastingly accepted. It began of all places in a very humble stable.

I have turned off the comments today so that I may celebrate this season of advent.
Laura
“How priceless is your unfailing love! Both high and low among men find refuge in the shadow of your wings.”  Psalm 36:7