For so many years in my life, I sometimes have "fit in" but rarely felt that I "belonged." I felt that I was lumped in a group of "others," that second string of people. People may have seen me as a mother, as a regular church-goer, as a worker, but rarely did anyone see the real me. The woman who feared speaking to others because she feared she had nothing to say. The one who could never think of anything to say that might interest others. The woman who knew she was an imposter.
In the last few years, I have begun to understand that there are places where I do belong. Where there are people who accept me for who I am, not for what they want me to be. One of those places is with God.
God always loves me for who I am. And more, He knows who I am, exactly down to the last cell in my body. And He still loves me. (And He loves you, too, by the way, whether you are a Christian or not.) God's love is unconditional.
I can say whatever I want to say to God, and He isn't going to think less of me for saying it. I can tell Him exactly how I'm feeling, and He will understand.
I'm starting to feel free to say what I want to say (within limits--I'm not going to say something deliberately mean), and do what I want to do (again, within the boundaries of the law and not deliberately hurting others), and feel what I want to feel, and write what I want to write, not to please others, but because it is what I want to say, do, feel, and write. And because that is what God wants me to do.
So, if you ever feel that you are just "fitting in," think of this, there is one place you'll always be welcome. One place you can always belong to.