I so often feel like I just don’t have a place.
I came to this life looking for a table. I came to church wanting a seat. I came to people wanting acceptance. And in each case, I walked away feeling rejected, unwanted.
I met Jesus and sensed His acceptance, His joy and loving embrace but the voices in my head were so loud. I turned back to seeking the approval of humans.
So many years still looking, still wanting a seat.
It’s just not going to happen.
I hang out with lots of people like that. Pretty sure everyone in my family feels that way.
So to all of us I say there’s freedom in this. I can honor God without reservation.
Just as me. Just as you.
I can’t prove anything of personal value. My songs, my voice, my heart are rightfully judged as inadequate.
I can sing anyway. I can live anyway. Simply because He calls me to sing, to live, to be.
And maybe, if I do, it will inspire and free others to sing, and live, and be.