My Place in This World
There are seasons in life when we all feel like wanderers — roaming through the night, searching for meaning, for belonging, for a sign that we matter. We try to make sense of what’s happened and what’s ahead. We look for a reason, a direction, a purpose. And sometimes, no matter how hard we look, the road still feels dark.
I’ve spent my fair share of nights like that — questioning where I fit, wondering if I’d somehow missed the mark. After my divorce, I moved back home thinking it was a step backward. In truth, it became the beginning of something sacred. That season of quiet, of loss, of forced stillness — it became the place where faith found me again. Where I began to learn that even when life doesn’t go as planned, God still has a plan.
We spend so much time trying to find our place that we forget to live in the one we’re already in. I know I did. I kept waiting for purpose to show up dressed as success or approval — not realizing it had been quietly sitting beside me all along. The growth, the understanding, the peace I longed for — they were born in the moments I thought were my biggest detours.
Trusting God’s plan hasn’t always come easily for me. There are things I can’t explain, things I wouldn’t wish on anyone. The pain no one saw. The guilt I carried for things that were never my fault. The shame that whispered I was broken beyond repair. But somehow, even there — in the unseen — grace was working. It was shaping me into someone who could finally see that being lost doesn’t mean being forgotten.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: sometimes our “place in this world” isn’t where we expected to be — it’s where we needed to become who we were meant to be. Even tragedy can be a turning point, a quiet preparation for the next chapter we can’t yet see.
So if you’re still searching, still roaming through your own night, take heart. You may not be off course. You might be right where you’re supposed to be — growing, healing, becoming.
Maybe your place isn’t something you find.
Maybe it’s something you learn to live from.