Thanks to Lisa-Jo Baker at Five Minute Friday for the prompts.
Where does a square peg belong in a world of round holes? This is a problem I've dealt with for decades. The solution can't be that far away. Ironic that this is the prompt since it's something that's been on my mind.
There were a few places I belonged--sort of. I belonged in my high school marching band. Though I really wasn't wanted, my talent made room for me to belong. I belonged in the church for a while, but church culture demands certain traits for pure acceptance. Sounds pithy I know, but the Lord Jesus Himself doesn't meet these requirements. Makes me wonder.
Weekly, yearly, decade-ly, I read the church bulletins and every attempt at connection screamed "NOT!"-- not male, not a wife and mother, not young, not old, not well off enough, not, not, not! I feel a real sense of belonging in spurts, but I sabotage that by being too needy, so I pulled back. There are plenty of places to serve, but nowhere for me to connect. I realize I'm in a class by myself. But I guess that's the point isn't it?