. . . there is a place for me
I sat underneath a shade tree today and reflected on my life. The sun warmed my face as I journaled about the events of the last year and pondered the mysteries of all God is teaching me. There were all kinds of people milling about on the musuem lawn. Father's playing frisbee with their sons. Grandparents observing the odd art sculptures. Couples snuggling on benches. I actually witnessed a young man proposing to his soon to be bride. The proud parents stood at a distance stealing snapshots of the grand event, hoping to freeze a moment in time.
After the afternoon began to fade into evening, I decided to pack up my books and headphones, ready to face New Years Eve alone. My soul felt refreshed, and as I turned to walk towards my car, I came to a startling realization. The world needs single people like me. I happened to have been the only unattached person in the park today. And that was okay. I belong in the grand scheme of God's design, and for now I will be satisfied with just existing. May the new year bring the gifts of uncertainty.