Putting Things in Order of Importance - Part 2
- Retro Sonya
- May 20
- 5 min read
Updated: 3 days ago
💾 When the World Sees “Common,” God Sees Chosen! 💿
So, what inspired me to expand on this topic? Personal struggles. Battling lies. Rising above the labels that the world tried to stick on me. Taking hold of God's truth and living it in a world that is slowly forgetting what that even means!
On my last blog post that I wrote on this subject, "Putting Things in Order of Their Importance"; I addressed the fact that God doesn't rank his children like Pokémon cards.
Here, I go into more detail about my own personal experience and growing up years. So buckle up because I'm about to lay the neon truth down for you!

I used to wonder why God gave me dark brown hair when the world seemed to fawn over blondes and redheads. No joke! Both of my parents were blonde. All three of my siblings are blonde.
As I addressed on part one: Growing up, I was the only one among my siblings without sunlit strands or rare ginger hues. People would gush over them—strangers even stopping to compliment their “special” looks—while I stood in the background, unremarkable, easy to ignore. And I always wondered why.
I’ve heard from others who’ve experienced this too. It really messes with your mind. It sinks in early. You start thinking maybe you are forgettable, that maybe beauty skipped you.
But over time, and through some hard truths wrapped in neon grace, I came to see something bigger than the mirror or other people's opinions.
The World Idolizes What’s Rare—Even Hair!

In many cultures—European and beyond—traits like red or blonde hair are treated like winning the genetic lottery. Celebration days, magazines, blogs, social media, and even schoolyard comments push this message: If you don’t stand out, you don’t matter.

But it didn’t stop there. As I looked deeper into this neon truth, I found something even more profound. I was the one left out. I didn’t fit the “perfect” mold of what was celebrated in my family and culture. My siblings were marked by traits that shone in the spotlight: they reflected the world’s idea of ‘perfection,’ while I was the backdrop, the “ordinary” one, the overlooked. I'm what they call the "funny face" of the litter: the one who is different than all the others.
I was called dull, slow, or even worse—an embarrassment. It was as if my very existence wasn’t enough. I didn’t measure up, and I was constantly reminded of it. It wasn’t just a passing thought—it was a wound, one that dug deep. And that wound? It grew into years of self-hate, rejection, and a fight for my worth.
But here’s the glitch in the Matrix:
God doesn’t worship genetic rarity. Only He creates value. And He calls what He made good—whether the world notices or not.
"Man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart." —1 Samuel 16:7
This hit me like a synth bassline in the dark. When Samuel went to anoint Israel’s next king, he passed over all the tall, strong, “obvious” choices. God wasn’t looking for flash—He was searching for faith. And He found it in the shepherd boy no one expected.
🕹️ I Wasn’t Overlooked. I Was Set Apart.
For a long time, I let rejection write my inner code.
I believed I wasn’t enough because I wasn’t visually “rare.” But God never designed me to compete in that artificial ranking system. He designed me to reflect Him.

"God chose what is low and despised in the world—even things that are not—to nullify things that are, so that no one may boast before him." —1 Corinthians 1:28-29
God has always used the overlooked to disrupt the expected. David. Leah. Joseph. Even Jesus himself. The stone the builders rejected became the cornerstone. That’s not just poetry—it’s our pattern.
🌌 You Are Not Common. You Are Cosmic. Dark brown hair isn’t “plain.” It’s prized! It's the color of Eumelanin, which protects the eyes, hair, and skin from sun damage. It preserves youth. Of depth. Of hidden treasure.
And some of the greatest treasures are hidden in plain sight.
And maybe God gave you what the world calls “ordinary” so He could show off His glory through you, not just on you.
We’re in a world obsessed with highlight reels and halo filters—but God’s light doesn’t need enhancement. You were made with purpose, on purpose. Even your hair.
This is my response to a world that tried to write me off.

You see me through your static screen, Judging shades like it's 1983, And we're still stuck on black-and-white TV. 📺
But God? He’s rockin’ HD vision in full neon—He sees my soul, not my color. 🔥💜
You call me “a rock that can be found anywhere”? Nah. Heaven calls me custom-made. One of one. Factory sealed. 🕶️🚫🧍♀️
You chase rarity with worldly eyes,
But miss the glow behind mine.
I’m lit by the fire of faith,
Not your shallow, surface level scene. 🌌
You mocked the frame—but missed the flame. That’s not just superficial... that’s spiritual blindness. 🙅♀️⚡
I rose from the chains, and I don’t dance to your broken mixtape anymore. 🎧⛓️
What you called “common”? God called chosen and peculiar. 💿✨
🌈💿 NEON TRUTH: I was never meant to fit your standard. I was built to break the mold.
🎧 Final Beat:
For years, I fought the labels: "generic," "petty", "ordinary," "not rare enough." I was broken by those words, misunderstood by those who didn’t see the depth of my spirit. They called me "plain", and in their eyes, I was always falling short.
If you’ve ever felt unseen in a room that celebrates someone else’s glow—know this: you are not a background character in God’s story.

You’re a neon sign in a dark world, pulsing with divine electricity. You’re the overlooked file God pulls from the archive and uploads to glory. You’re not forgotten—you’re chosen.
I don’t need their approval. I am chosen by the Creator. I am peculiar—set apart for His glory.
This fight isn’t just mine. It’s the story of every person who’s ever been overlooked, underestimated, or forgotten by the world. If that’s you, know this: He hasn't forgotten you! And the greatest treasures that can be found are found in the seemingly ordinary. You are chosen. You are not common. You're custom-made, like fingerprints.
Break free from the narrative the world wrote for you. You were built to break the mold. You were made for more!
🕶️ Keep shining. Even in brown.
—Retro Sonya 🌠Faith in the Future. Glory in the Glow.
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