As I sit and write from my new room, in my new apartment, in my new city… I’m grateful.

I’m grateful because God chose me, for such a time as this. He saw fit to allow me to make a difference, to set a standard, to be a light.

And if I am called to be a light then that must mean there’s darkness around, and when I look around, darkness is what I see.

Yes. I am a light. But I want to see the light. I’m asking God to show me sunshine, my sunshine. My happy places. My happy faces. My safe zones and my homes away from home, in the midst of the darkness.

God did choose me, for such a time as this. I don’t want to feel like I don’t belong. Afraid to travel about, explore, venture out on my own.

“Be careful.” The words whispered from every mouth that I meet. As I do take the advice wisely, I don’t want to live in fear. I want to do the work I’m called to do and have peace and joy too.

I have to believe that’s out there, out here, somewhere.