God knew I would be in this place. A place of desperation and fear; a place of separation; a place where I felt different and alone. He knew He would find me here. Here hiding from the pain of difference; here shielding myself from the common and fickle nature of the world; here trying so hard to fit into a place I could not.
God knew I would be in this place. A place of decision; a place of inquiring; a place of struggles and challenges. He knew and He stood by watching as I floundered in the sea of struggle and decision making; He watched as I became submerged in doubt and fear; as I sank one, two, three times. He stood by watching and waiting for me to cry out; to stretch out my hand. He waited until I realized I could not help myself. He waited until I came to the end of me then He reach for me and pulled me out!