Place in This World
The wind is moving
But I am standing still
A life of pages
Waiting to be filled
A heart that's hopeful
A head that's full of dreams
But this becoming
Is harder than it seems
Feels like, I'm
Looking for a reason,
Roaming through the night to find my
Place in this world
My place in this world
Not a lot to lean on
I need Your light to help me find
My place in this world
My place in this world
If there are millions
Down on their knees
Among the many
Can you still hear me?
Hear me asking
where do I belong?
Is there a vision
That I can call my own?
Show me, I'm
Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find my
Place in this world
My place in this world
Not a lot to lean on
I need Your light to help me find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Michael W. Smith, 1990
This pretty much sums up what I feel this second. Lost. Lonely. Pointless. It is so frustrating that one minute you can be on top of the world, and yet, the next you are swimming with the fish. I think I come up with something that is so 'me', and then people are like 'no, you are so smart, you can do better than that'. But all I want to do is get married, be a mum and serve God. Isn't that a good job? Why does everyone think I should be a teacher? I may be smart, and I might make a good teacher, but I don't want to! How many times do I have to say no? Christian leaders that I respect and love seem not to care that I don't want money, a career or anything like that - I want to love and cherish others and be remembered as someone who went out of her way to do that, not as a too-busy, educationally minded woman. Why don't they see that that is my heart? Is that too much to expect? Why can't they let me live my dream and support me in that?
