The Gift of Obscurity

When I was a little girl I would love to pretend that I was someone famous and that everywhere I went people would notice me.  I often wonder if the reason I desired this came from being one of the youngest in my family.  Five children, all within three and a half years definitely overwhelmed my parents and there just wasn’t a lot of attention to go around. So, I went into my imagination mode and only saw wonderful things happen as a famous and beautiful young woman.

Well life didn’t work out the way that I imagined it would. I was neither famous nor beautiful. For many years I was aggravated with God for not allowing my dreams to come true until my late thirties. It was then that I started to realize the gift of obscurity. Dictionary.com defines obscurity as the condition of being unknown. And for the most part, outside of friends and family, I am living a life in the unknown. I can spend my days going from place to place without hardly anyone noticing me. I am not bothered by people wanting my attention and being a task driven individual, hardly no one gets in my way. Now I call that a gift..

So if obscurity is something to be treasured, I can only appreciate Jesus for his willingness to give it up for me. Not much is written about him until he shows up for his baptism. In the book of Isaiah 53:2 it states, “He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.” In other words, he was a common looking man that didn’t stand out as being overly handsome. Jesus could have chosen to stay in the shadows enjoying his obscurity but instead he went from being unknown to a man that lived his last three years being followed by the masses. No more trips to the market without being recognized.  No more days that could be spent alone doing what he wanted to do. Instead, his life became a constant interaction with people wanting something from him.

After reflecting on the value of obscurity, I can’t help but truly be grateful to this man that was willing to give his up so that I could have life and to the fullest.

Published by Cora Darrah

Hello. My name is Cora. I live in Durham, North Carolina with my husband and two French Bulldogs, Vern and Bee. For thirty-two years, I taught children with unique needs. When I was eligible for retirement, I decided it was time to explore life from a different perspective. So with pen and paper, I have taken up blogging about two of the most extraordinary pets I know. More important than my pooches, is my relationship with God. I love God! He has blessed me with the gift of writing and I want to share what he is teaching me as I look through the eyes of four legged friends. So if you would like to experience how God works in all his creatures, join us on our adventure! When I first started blogging, my Frenchie, Carl inspired me through his crazy antics. But as life has it, Carl had to leave this world at the tender age of four. After a period of mourning for my little guy, I brought Vern home where he has ruled the roost. Oh, did I mention Bee, the Frenchie with a girl attitude and enough spunk to keep Vern in line. Come along beside us as we dive into God’s word and learn morsels of the treasures that only the scriptures can teach us. Vern and Bee would love to get to know you as well, so please feel free to follow us and share your comments….

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