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I struggled a lot as a kid. Who do I look like? Why did my birthmom give me up? Do I have brothers or sisters? Why didn’t I belong in that home? Where do I belong? And though I met my birthparents, which I am thankful for, I did not belong there. Our lives were different. God had chosen another home for me, and though it was still difficult growing up as an adopted child, God knew where I did belong – and still does.
As women, we feel very self-conscience of where we belong. With having a dozen children in 20 years (youngest 6 – oldest 26), I still at times do not know where I belong with other women. I don’t fit in with the young moms of gradeschool kids or moms with married kids – most do not have gradeschool kids! Where do I belong? I am thankful for friends in a wide age range, but the women I feel most comfortable with – where I feel I do belong, are mostly older than me by five to ten years or more. I love learning from them in their settled lives and their wisdom and encouragement. They know the struggles I still face, from gradeschool to married kids and everything between.
The best settlement in my mind is knowing I belong to Jesus, with no rejections, no on-and-off friendships and most of all HE is not confused about where I belong! I have been called to belong to Jesus Christ!
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Joining Lisa-Jo and her Five Minute Friday.
” five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right “