Tired…that is today’s word. And I can relate!
I am tired.
Tired of feeling like a nobody. I walked into the room of almost 200 women and even though I knew many of them, I felt like a nobody.
The table was beautiful.
The conversation was lovely.
The food was delicious, yet…I didn’t belong there.
I have lived here over 4 years. 4 years and 8 weeks…but then, who is counting?!?
Is that the problem? Am I tired of living here as a nobody because I am still counting?
Tired of reaching out. Tired of trying to make new friends. Tired. JUST TIRED.
It doesn’t seem to matter what of do, how much I try to get involved. This place doesn’t seem like home.
I want to go home. I want to be comfortable. I want to be in a place where I am SOMEBODY. Where I matter to someone.
Yet, I am sure our Savior felt like a nobody. Did he feel like HE mattered?
So, I will let go. I will TRY to let it go. I will know that my family is where He wants us and I will TRY to embrace it, but just for a while, I would like to feel that I matter and not be so tired of disappearing into the woodwork.
After posting this I receive a link to this…I had read it, but forgotten it…I need to grow up!