
Where do I belong?
Right now…
I ask myself and like a misplaced puzzle piece
I’m missing.
Closer to 50 now
than ever before
and I ponder meaning differently
than ever before.
Where do I belong?
Not here…
but where?
I ask myself, in the morning hours
while others sleep.
I wonder,
have I lived it all out,
used up my “pass”,
exhausted grace?
The answers that were clear
10, 20, 30 years ago seem hazy.
Half a century,
and she
with me
a decade plus three.
I so long for her to feel she belongs,
yet understand that fitting in
is overrated.
He never fit in.
Never belonged.
Was out of place,
but lived by grace
and faith.
Never one who did not belong, did not fit in than this
One God, Man, King of Heaven
who gave up the ultimate place of belonging…
so that we
might…
belong to Him.
Lord, You alone are my song and my praise.
Hallelujah!
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7 responses to “Almost 50”
AMEN!! I love the poetic way you wrote this. The realization of belonging to HIM is the silver lining of those questionable moment indeed. Happy Almost 50th!
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Thanks, Trish!
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Hi Dawn – I so get this! I never feel like I belong wherever I am. Crazy – maybe that’s the deep yearning for our home in heaven that has always floated more on my surface. Love knowing there are kindreds like you out there. Blessings!
Kathy
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So hard when you’re young, but, oh, the freedom and wisdom of age to realize we just passing through this world and it’s only our temporary home. Of the world but not in it. I no longer want to be one of the cool kids.
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Beautiful!
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