{this post is part of Five-Minute Friday at Lisa-Jo Baker}

Five Minute Friday

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Today’s word: Belong


The world would love you as one of its own if you belonged to it, but you are no longer part of the world. I chose you to come out of the world, so it hates you. John 15:19

I am a sojourner. I know this. And mostly, I embrace this.

But still. I long to belong.

There are times I crave, I yearn to belong. I crave recognition or inclusion or membership. I long to be a part of the world, you know? And not just any old part of the world, but an influential part of the world. Part of the in crowd. Part of the It List, the A-List. Part of something more than me.

Have you ever been there? Have you ever looked around and yearned to belong? Looked at the other moms at the playground and wanted to step forward and be included and be welcomed, to talk and to laugh.

in the world but not of the world
sojourner: in the world but not of the world


To belong.

Or scrolled through your Facebook feed and read through the meet ups and get togethers and adventures that others are having together. While you’re at home with your children or with your aging parent or with your depression. And you yearn so desperately to be among them. To be a part of them.

To belong.

You don’t want to be a sojourner. You don’t want to feel like you’re not a part of things, a part of the world.

You want to belong. You want to be surrounded by the world and its accolades and its success and its recognition.

You want to belong. I know I wrestle with this way more often than I’d like to admit.

But the good news, the Good News, is that I do belong.

Even as a sojourner, I belong.

Even as a lonely mama with two little girls, I belong.

Even as one who is in a season of struggle and wisdom-seeking, I belong.

Because as one who has been reconciled to the Creator of the universe, I belong.

I belong to Him.

So, even when I feel like I don’t belong, like I am not a part of anything big, like I am not in the mix or in the tribe or in the community, I belong.

Because Jesus called to me across the deep. Because he beckoned me to walk upon the waters. Because he invited me to sit with him and to know him intimately in this world through which I travel and within my heart. Because of these and so much more.

I belong.

I belong.



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