At 20-years-old, a man overseas prophesied over me and spoke this. “You have always felt like a square peg. Well, God made you that way, and He’s got a square hole just for you.”
As I grew older I celebrated my uniqueness, which I think was a good thing, but I never felt like I belonged. I called myself a square peg or an outcast. And while it’s lovely to be unique and wonderfully made by the Lord, it’s also a lonely place for a woman in this world. It’s easy to label yourself as an introvert, loner, or social misfit, but we miss giving ourselves the only title or tag that’s needed.
His.
In this world, when I’m feeling like I don’t belong (because I won’t), I do belong to my Father. I am His, and He is mine. For someone who’s been hurt by others, made to feel less or not enough, wounded, rejected, labeled, left out, or left behind, it’s a wonderful feeling to belong. You can hold deeply to His acceptance and unconditional love. You can be yourself, not who you think you should be to win His approval. You can be healed from hurt, have hope for the future, and rest comfortably being who He made you to be. You don’t have to try and belong; you just do. You can let go of fear for your children, and even let go of your past. You don’t have to strive to belong; you just do. You no longer even have to feel like you don’t belong, because you do. You can finally find exactly where you belong. In Him.
