Longing to be

I don’t know if you pay much attention to the English, but I can tell you we have some words that confuse non-native speakers, especially since we can use the same word in completely different ways, especially if we add something little, like a preposition or whatnot.

Do you belong? What a nice phrase. Fitting in, being in the right spot, doing what you were designed to do, filling a niche. But I bet there are times at least when you don’t feel like you belong. When things go from, “everybody loves me, wow I’m special,” to “nobody could care less.”

Have a preposition.

It would help us out a lot if we thought more about belonging “to,” and less about belonging. Because when I know who I belong to, I know that I’m in the right spot, doing the thing I was designed for, fitting. He who made me and bought me will fulfill His purposes for me. I’m thinking not about myself, and what I’m doing—I’m thinking of the owner. And He knows what He’s doing.

I belong here—in this state of belonging to Him.