This yellow chair doesn’t belong in the middle of a field, alone.
It belongs around a patio with a firepit.
It belongs giving support to a smiling mom or s’more smeared child.
It belongs in a place of warmth and belonging, not a place of isolation.
Today I feel like this yellow chair but one day I won’t.
One day, God will move me into the place I’m destined to be.
The LORD directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives.