Where I Belong

To be 100% honest, I really don’t have much to write about tonight. I’ve really been a mess lately, uninspired, and not at all motivated. But since I’m the kind of person that has to go through with everything I set my heart on doing, I will give you some song lyrics that have been really digging into my thoughts lately.

“Where the weak are finally strong

Where the righteous right the wrongs

Still looking for a home

In a world where I belong

Feels like we're just waiting, waiting

While our hearts are just breaking, breaking

Feels like we've been fighting against the tide”

                                                  -Switchfoot, ‘Where I Belong’

Everywhere I go, every crowd I walk into, every room I enter, I keep getting this aching feeling that I just don’t belong. That’s what we all want, right? Everyone is just trying to find a crowd they fit into, a place they belong, people they belong with. Everyone just wants to feel like they’re right where they should be. And I don’t know where I should be.

But I hear these lyrics, and I realize there’s never going to be a place where I belong. The longer I keep trying to find that place here, the more my heart is just going to keep breaking.

“Running hard for the other side

The world that I’ve always been denied

Running hard for the infinite

With the tears of the saints and hypocrites

Oh blood of black and white and gray

Death and life and night and day

One by one by one

We let our rivers run

I am restless, I am restless

I am restless, looking for you

I am restless, I run like the ocean to find your shore

Looking for you”

-Switchfoot, ‘Restless’

I’m tired of looking. I’m tired of trying. I’m tired of standing on the edge looking in, constantly wondering what else I can do to just feel like a part of something.

“My lungs and I were born to fight

Sometimes I'm not sure what I'm fighting for

But death ain't the only end in sight

Cause this ain't a battle it's a lifelong war

My heartbeat, my oxygen

My banner, my home

My freedom, my song

Your hope is the anthem of my soul”

-Switchfoot, ‘Hope is the Anthem’

Hope is my home.
I will never find a place of belonging on this earth, and neither will you. Sure, we can find temporary fixes. We can find places and people that fill some of the emptiness we all feel. But it just won’t ever be enough. So, hope is my home.

 For the rest of my life, I will struggle to find that place. But words can’t express how much I can’t wait to be home with my savior. I can’t wait to finally get to that place where I belong when I reach the end of my life.

For now, hope is my home. I belong to the hope that there’s a place much greater than this. I belong to the hope that one day I’ll meet Jesus face to face. I belong to the hope that I do belong somewhere, just not here. I belong to the One who created me.

“But now thus says the Lord,

He who created you, O Jacob,

He who formed you, O Israel:

‘Fear not, for I have redeemed you;

I have called you by name, you are mine.’”
-Isaiah 43:1