I start listing off reasons why it feels like God is holding out on me:
No family of my own that I long to mother. No “real” paying job. No one who's seeking me out as a friend, right now.
Then, for a flicker of a moment I turn my attention away from my personal pity-party. I mentally blurt out my frustrations to God, to the One who's supposed to understand me.
As always. Without fail. Comes His gentle reminder.
You are not forgotten.
It’s as if God, by His amazing grace, changes my perspective. My situation is no longer lacking family, but that I’ve been placed in a large, non-biological, family. I get to mother one-hundred people from all over the world who each year come to Brisbane to grow in their relationship with God.
I’m no longer lacking a so-called real, paying job. Instead I am blessed to have people support my work because they too see the value in what I’m doing. It’s totally unconventional, and nothing I ever would have planned, but somehow it works.
And above all, God chose me. He chose you. Before the creation of the world, He chose us to be in this wonderful relationship with Him.