Once upon a time……..
There was a little girl, who spent most of her time alone. She never really minded being alone, when she was really small.
She played in her mind with imaginary farm animals, and ballerinas. Ballerina milk maids made her smile.
As she grew, she found that other children had not spent time alone, but rather, played with their friends.
So she tried to make friends, only to find that they were not nearly as friendly as her imaginary ones. In fact, they were mean and bully-ish.
She switched again, back to playing alone, and found herself quite happy to do so.
For that I am grateful. For she, is me.
Listen here –> In My Own Little Corner
Those years of playing alone, I was really quite content, but it weighed heavy that I didn’t appear to fit in with all the others.
Psalms 139:13-16 says this;
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
I am, as are you, exactly the way that God planned for us to be.
He has a plan for us. Whether we are happy being quiet, or happy being in a boisterous crowd.
I have learned to enjoy peacefulness in a way that others cannot. Quietude.
I can function quite well in a crowd, but Quietude calls my name.
How about you?