You don't feel like you belong, do you?
Our older cat isn't real fond of them. He misses his kitty sister, who passed away in March. He spent eight long years with her, and suddenly, she is gone. Who are these kittens romping and playing? Uninvited, at that. But God love him, he's accidentally trying.
He hisses and bites at them when they get too close. But then he'll turn and greet nose to nose. You just never know.
I'll see them sitting in the corner ... wondering if it's safe to be seen, to be known, to be here, to belong.
I bent over and loved on those abandoned babies. I pat their sweet heads, gave them sugars, and asked, "Are you wondering if this is your home?" I get in their sweet faces. "Did you know that this is your forever home? You belong here. We just found you, or so it would seem, but we want you. Get comfortable. You don't have to be invisible. We love you."
I took hold of them and hugged them.
You know, sometimes I feel invisible just like that. I feel different. I don't belong. In the world, and even sometimes at home. If my beloved is not happy with me. If I don't speak the language, their lingo. If I don't blend with the world. If I don't wear this, if I don't wear that. If I don't drink this or smoke that or do that or drive that.
God says we weren't meant to fit in. We weren't meant to belong. We are aliens and strangers in this world. But He didn't just find us. He made us. For His glory. And He loves us. He knows us.
Ah, to be known. To be truly known.
And oh, to find Him.
We are not left abandoned.
This life is temporary. We won't always feel like strangers. We won't always wonder if it's safe to come out in places across this globe because we believe this and don't believe that. We won't always have to feel different.
And one day, we'll be home. Our real home. Our forever home. Where we belong.
"He reached down from on high and took hold of me ...." Psalm 18:16