“I’m just a waitress, you know,” she said. “I never know if I quite fit in here.”
“I’m not sure I know how to discipline my kids at all. Sometimes I’m too much of a push-over, and sometimes I’m too harsh.”
“I grew up really poor – like we hardly had anything to eat. I was the ‘have not.’”
“I grew up in a strict Christian home, and it was just more about behavior and performance than about Jesus.”
I spoke to a room full of people. They were gracious and welcoming. I stood up front and laid my heart out for a room of strangers, and in return one after the other came up afterwards and shared their stories. Although from such different places, they understood those words I said about not belonging and identity crisis and not being sure how to fit in.
Because maybe, deep down, many of us are plagued with the same echo: you are not enough. [Read more…]