A recessive gene in the parents produces a black sheep. It’s not a defect at all; it’s like a red-haired child in a family of brunettes. I am the black sheep of our family; I’m also a red-haired child in a family of brunettes. But I’ve learned to be comfortable with who God made me.
I’ve heard that in Biblical times, a shepherd would put one black sheep for every hundred white sheep into a herd to make counting easier. In modern days of the internet, I can’t find any reference to verify that story.
If the story is true, that makes the black sheep special, not weird or strange. I know that I am fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139) and that God has a purpose for my life; we all have purpose. So being a redhead and the black sheep is okay with me.
Paul teaches that we are created in Christ Jesus for good works which God prepared in advance for us to do (Ephesians 2:10). My goal is to do whatever God puts before me. If He brings it, I will give my attention to it. The problem comes in when there is so much to do, and you’re not sure what of it is actually important.
When I was working for a corporation some years ago, I was trained to evaluate tasks by their level of priority; if they were a high priority (hipo), they obviously got taken care of quickly. If they were a low-level task (lowpo), they got pushed aside for more important things. This sounds incredibly easy until your boss comes in with a “rush job”; then your system gets thrown out the window.
But God can interrupt me at any time He chooses. He’s my boss! Whatever He says is a priority and should capture my attention completely. That is my goal.
Now back to the black sheep. I want to be used by God in any way He would choose. Yes, I see things from a different perspective than most people; that is how God created me, so He uses me in this manner. And I’m okay with that.
I pray that you are allowing God to use you in the manner He created you, too.