My puzzle piece

I have submerged myself into a society that I never thought would be me. I have purposefully joined a club that i'm not always so sure why I really joined it. A sorority. When wanting to escape my high school terrors my brother would tell me, "Join and you'll be stuck with them again." And in a way he's right. But i'm also in a different place. My eyes are more open and I hope my heart is more open as well. I've never been a loud girl and i've never been one to jump up and down and scream when prompted. I've never really been a sorority girl. I've never really fit in with sorority girls. But as I have just moved into my house I am realizing the diversity of a "sorority girl". Some of them are lazy as can be and some of them won't stop working until they are forced to. Some of them are loud and obnoxious and some are quiet and wan't to sneak away and blend into the crowd. Some girls fall in between. Maybe I don't have to fit IN. I just have to some how fit. And maybe that's why God put me here. To fit. My puzzle piece that i've been given in this life doesn't feel normal. It has jagged edges and soft curves, a few wrinkles in the design but I know it belongs somewhere. My time in a sorority would be wasted if it was just to be a sorority girl. I don't think I really am one. But my time is precious if I live in this world for the Lord. My time is precious if he is the one providing the opportunities that he is. I'm looking around at the life that i'm going to live for the next year and i'm realizing... it's all going to be okay. I have the Lord and my time on this earth is only temporary, as is yours. Sometimes it will be stressful and sometimes I will want to pull my hair out. But I am here for a reason. Whether it's for a reason as small as telling someone about breakaway (a really awesome ministry at A&M) and them going and finding God or being able to personally share God, it's something. It's a lost soul finding it's way home. I can't wait for the encounters that this year will bring. I fully expect hard times and I fully expect joyful times. That's life. But I know I have the Lord with me every step of the way and that's where my comfort lies. I know that he created the jagged edges of my puzzle piece for a reason and that the smooth edges were personally smoothed by him. And his work isn't over. There is more smoothing to be done, more wrinkling to do. But I pray that as he works on me that my puzzle piece wouldn't become more and more normal but more and more unique. A reflection of His work in me.

Together, me and God.