Belonging


Literally the most difficult thing about college is not knowing where I belong. I am split between home and school, without being in a place where I can actually start my own home. It’s painful. Wherever I am, I always miss the other.

But the sense of not belonging actually started long before college. I have lived my whole life in the (deep) South. I love it here. I intend to never live anywhere else (except possibly France). But I do not belong here. Continue reading

All the World a Story


Do you ever have the feeling that your life might just be one long story? Do you ever wish it was? These questions tend to haunt me…I see in my own life the ups and downs, conflicts and resolutions of the many, many stories I have read. My wish is always for that happy ending, the quick and painless conclusion to my confusion. But I’m just a character, not the reader. For me the resolution may take days or years, not the few hours it would take to simply read about it. Admittedly, this leaves me often frustrated and discouraged, stuck on the slow path, unable to see the plot map of my own story. This has been one of those weeks.

For those of you who struggle with the same feelings, let me share the insight that carries me through. Ultimately, I do know that there is a happy ending. I also know the Author of my story. While I may not be able to see the plot map, He can and His resolution is better than any I could dream up myself. I am not just a character. I am a character that He loves and for whom He is writing a wonderful, beautiful story.

For now, I carry on day by day, page by page, with the belief that there is a happy ending and that any current conflicts are necessary for the plot and for my own development.