Lord Keep Me Different

Lord, keep me different,
‘cause I already tried normal
and honestly…
It was exhausting.

Keep me laughing at the wrong times
(not too wrong, I still want friends),
tripping over my own feet
but calling it choreography.

When everyone zigzags,
keep me confidently zigging,
even if I forget why I started zigging
halfway through.

Keep my weird thoughts weird,
my jokes slightly delayed,
and my personality
a little hard to explain.

If I mess up—
which I will, repeatedly—
keep me humble enough to laugh
and wise enough not to tweet about it.

Lord, keep me different,
not chaotic enough to cause concern,
just unique enough
that people say,
“Yeah… that’s very you.”

And if being myself
makes life awkward sometimes,
keep me remembering
awkward is way better
than boring.

Amen…
and also sorry in advance.

Lord—
keep me different.

Because every time I try to blend in,
I stick out harder.
Like a highlighter
in a black-and-white textbook.

Keep me weird but approachable.
Not “lock the doors” weird—
more like
“oh… you’re like that” weird.

When everyone follows the trend,
keep me five steps behind,
asking questions like,
“Wait—why are we doing this again?”

Keep me confident enough
to laugh at myself
before anyone else can.
Save me from taking life too seriously—
I already do that by accident.

If I trip in public
(and I will),
keep me bowing like it was planned.
Standing ovation in my head.

Lord, keep my jokes landing…
eventually.
Even if they arrive late
and need explaining.

Keep me different,
not because I’m better,
but because pretending
is way too much work.

Let my life be proof
that awkward can still be joyful,
that strange can still be kind,
and that being myself
is not a flaw—
it’s the punchline and the point.Amen.
And thank You
for not making me normal.