Growing up I never felt like I belong. Some might say "oh sad" but it isn't a sad kind of thing. I tried to fit in with the world. I wore the right clothes, I said the right things, I hung out with the right people but it just never seemed to work out. I always felt like I was out of place.
Now I know why.
I don't belong to this world. I tried to give my heart to a perverse world. I expected it to treat it with TLC and the only way I ever got it back was bruised and broken. It happened this way because this world is not my home. I don't belong here. I am a stranger here, I was sent here to be salt to be light!
If you try to put a puzzle piece where it doesn't belong it won't work. You might be able to force it in to the place that you want it to go but it won't match up with the surrounding pieces, the picture will not be complete.
I have been trying to force myself where I do not belong. I have tried for so long to make myself go where I do not belong and now I have found the right spot. I belong in the center of God's will. I belong in the only place that I can safely reside. I can now only dwell in the center of God's will. Where else can I be satisfied but here.
If the center of God's will is for me to be sitting in the prayer room for hours and hours in this season I will do it even if at times it is excruciatingly painful, because I can only reside in the center of the will of God for my life.I will not be satisfied anywhere else.
