I was in a room full of new people. I always get nervous in big crowds of strangers. That’s probably the most common misconception people have about me. I wanted so badly to have someone with me that knew me, someone I knew understood me and would tell me that I’m was doing fine. I needed to feel somone’s hand on my arm, reassuring me that I wasn’t alone in this sea of people. I tried to imagine Jesus being with me, His hand on my back, letting me know that it doesn’t matter if I don’t fit in with these people. I fit with Him. But in the end, I just wanted a wingman that I could actually see, hear, and share a glass of nerve-settling wine with.

It frustrates me that I know I’m His favorite, but I still crave crate paper affirmations from the people around me.


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