I think I’ve always struggled with finding my place and purpose. I’m not sure why. I don’t think anyone has ever really caused these anxious feelings to stir inside of me the way they do. I’m made like this. It’s who I am.
I’m great at second guessing myself, and I always wonder if I’ve said or done the right thing. Guess what? I’m finally finding strength in that. I’m learning to take the negatives and turn them into the positives.
How can I find strength in worrying over my words and actions? Because people matter. I care about the hearts and souls of people. I really do. I feel for those who suffer, because I have suffered. And I want to help write the pain away. It’s important.
We all have different paths and experiences. Our trials and circumstances differ, but we all know what it is to hurt. Even though we find ourselves broken in different places, we all need to be pieced back together by the Only One capable. We belong to Him. He wants to make us whole.
We belong to God. A God Who sent His Only Son to die for us. We are loved with a fierce, strong, unconditional love.
And we all belong…