Five Minute Friday: Belong
On Friday’s we silence the inner critic. The loudest of all naysayers. And on Fridays we remind ourselves that The Word is for us and loves us and welcomes us. So come and write with us. Together. On one word for five minutes. Here are all the details. And then link up your post or leave it in the comments by clicking here.
But remember, the one must rule here is that you visit the person who linked up before you and encourage them in their writing.
So much has changed in the last 10 months. I am now in a category of women who do not often have others like her in her circle. I am the woman whose husband has cancer. Many years ago I was the woman whose grandson died, again no one in my circle had experienced such a loss. So I felt then, as I feel now, kind of alone. At times outside my circle.
Where do I belong?
Psalm 139:13-16 says it this way:
For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
My days were ordained for me before I lived one day! So I guess this is right where I belong at this very moment.
Learning to be courageous even when I feel weak and alone. Strong when my heart cries even as my faith grows in the knowledge that God has all of this “unknown to me” in hand. Trusting when all I want is a clear answer to a simple question.
This place, where I belong right this second, as I worry about my husband’s fatigue and cough, is where I need to be to see the glory of God at work.
This place, where I belong, right now, as dark as it may seem to me in the natural, is actually in the LIGHT!
1 Peter 2:9
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.
How do I believe this, you may ask? Because I know that God works out the bad things for my (our) good. The bad things are not from Him; our Father gives the best to His children, so I know the outcome of all of this must be good! Because God is good and gives us only true and good and wonderful things.
I know I am where I belong, because even as I have no one in the natural who knows how I feel, or even asks about me and my well-being during this time, I know that God knows … and even as the “whys” dangle just short of being spoken from my lips …
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.