My car was stolen at some point in the last 2 days. I just found out. It really stinks, and I am praying HARD that it is found unharmed.
But as I was crying today in my room, I realized something. At that moment, in spite of the fact that I had friends all around, I wanted one of two things. I either wanted to be at home with my parents, or have a boyfriend. I guess this isn’t unusual, since emotionally I was very upset. It’s that strange place to be where you’re not a child, not a part of your family, but not really a part of anyone else’s family. It’s a place of non-belonging. And for my life, having a place to belong is a very clear “not yet” from God.
Even though my heart still wishes I had someone (which I really think is ok to desire, since “it is not good for man to be alone”), I’m glad that my hope doesn’t end there, that I don’t have to feel like there’s a lack of intimacy where I can go cry to someone. I have Christ, who is closer and more faithful than any lover or parent or friend. The Father is the God of all comfort. And when I’m upset and feeling alone, He is right there.
What beautiful grace.
