Where do I belong?

As a child, I always wanted to fit in with the people around me. It wasn’t always easy. In fact, sometimes trying angered me enough that I walked away. As I grew, I wanted people to accept me for me. I never thought that I was perfect, but still I wanted people to accept me. I had friends that I grew up with. But there was this nagging feeling that I didn’t belong here. It made me feel uncomfortable in certain situations. I began to choose me friends carefully. I would always talk to people, but never really open to them. I keep looking for the place that I belonged. One day, I did find out where I belonged. I ran into it or I should say it ran into me. It was always there in front of my face. I couldn’t see it because I was blinded by this world. It was as simple as asking. The place I belong has fresh air, green pastures, trees, comfortable temperature and a beautiful crystal lake. This place is perfect and I am a citizen of it. I am so homesick I can hardly stand it. So you ask, where is this perfect place. It is called heaven and my Father rules over it. And all you have to do is ask my older brother, Jesus, to come home.
Crain Blanchard.

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