I find myself constantly feeling as though I am on the outside looking in. Participating but not really a part. Present but not included.
I don’t fit.
I find myself becoming edgy in my exhaustion. Feeling the emptiness of being spent.
And I ask: why? What compels me to stay here? What keeps me in this place of murky solidarity that has flares of mimicked connection?
That in the solidarity I am not alone. That God can use me here. That I am most useful when I am weakest. That not feeling included keeps me sensitive to the needs of others who feel the same. Not being a part reminds me who I am relying on and Who I rely on.
At what cost?
At all cost.