I see now. Maybe not the whole picture, but at least a corner or two. All those tears, all the pain, all the conversations with my counselor, the discovery of depression and the fight to overcome it. You had a purpose in all of it, didn’t You?
Living a life of comfort has resulted in isolation, and I’ve lived here too long. No one knows me because no one has seen me, the real me. I’ve chosen comfort over taking risks, over living a life. But God didn’t make me so I could stay hidden in my cozy little shell.
