“Her biggest fear is that she will be average.”
My friend’s smile beamed at me over her lunch. She was talking about her daughter, recently sent off to college—and making her mama proud.
I thought about the dark-haired beauty. This sweet girl is a gifted musician, bilingual, exceedingly socially skilled, and apparently pretty darn smart.
I smiled back at her mama.
“I don’t think she needs to worry about that.”
It reminded me of an incident early in my career. A young girl, maybe 15 or 16, came into the office with her mother for psychological testing. The girl was doing fine in school, making all As and Bs; but she excelled in some areas and struggled in others. She and her mother wanted a clearer picture of her abilities.
And so they came to see me.
After a few hours of testing, they left and came back the following week for feedback. I watched their faces fall as I explained that the young girl’s IQ was in the “average” range.
This was a bright young girl who was very articulate and social. I felt compelled to counsel this sweet child on more than the statistical significance of her scores.
I explained that most of the population falls in the average range of IQ scores. That’s why it’s called “average”. This is nothing to be ashamed of, says I.
I went on to explain that just because the label is “average”, that does not mean that she is not special. We talked about the things that make her special and the many contributions that “average” folks have made in our world.
In a society that takes pride in individualism, it is an ugly word. No one wants to be described as “average”.
It makes us feel invisible. Indistinguishable from the masses. Boring.
Friends, we are anything but.
The God of all creation looks down on us and sees every distinguishing characteristic about us. He doesn’t miss one detail. After all, He made us. And He calls us His “masterpiece”. The word used in this verse (Eph. 2:10) is poema—from which we get the word poem.
Have you ever written a poem, friend? Did you struggle to get it just right? Mull over the words at length? Dream about them?
God has made you just as He desires you to be. He planned and agonized over you. You are His poem.
The next time I start feeling “average” or insignificant, I think I will read some of my favorite poetry. Or go to a museum and take in an art exhibit. Or just listen to some music that I love. There is something about being surrounded by beauty that resonates deep inside of me. I believe it is because God left his fingerprints on my heart. My soul cries out in recognition of a kindred work of art.
Created by the Master Craftsman.
There’s nothing average about that.