Fitting in. Something I found the hardest to do when I was in my youth days. I remember days when I tried so hard finding a position where I can fit in and feel at home. Yes, those were the days when YC was one of my priorities in life but yet I was challenged in so many ways. Not only did I not feel at home, I felt afraid and most of the time upset because I find people rather much unfriendly. That was how I felt when I try to make friends with people there. I begin to feel as if I was just like the weed growing on the side walk. I feel as if I do not make much of a difference even if I am there or not. My presence is not appreciated. I can't find room for myself to serve because my mind is so filled with insecurities and incompetence. I cannot find confidence in myself and I feel smaller and smaller each time I hear people speak of the things they have done for God. I was blaming everything including myself because I held to that one deadly phrase " I WAS NOT GIVEN THE OP...
I can't speak my mind because I'd offend you.