Today happens to be the seventh anniversary of when I became a mother for the second time. The last thing I ever envisioned in this life was to be one. I saw myself belonging to a band of gypsies, traveling wherever the road leads and pitching somewhere for a time and knowing the only thing constant is change.
God on the other hand saw it was better to put me where I am. As much as I may be going through a time of disillusionment caused by this feeling of never going anywhere, I know there has to be a better reason (than what my finite self can think of) why He put me here. I may not see it right now and I can only feel a seemingly unwarranted agony (mind you I am grateful for the family God has given me) but this is more like an internal struggle. I know He is working things out for my good.
Sigh… really is all I can do. To anyone out there feeling alone, you are not alone. This moment and feeling shall pass…