I FELT LIKE A POEM TODAY BECAUSE I CAN 😊 Waking to Belong I wake up on the daily, knowing new knowledge, and nothing feels the same. The old rooms are foreign. The old voices are distant. The old wounds are healing, but the healing aches like a new bruise. Everything is shifting. The ground I stood on is gone. The people I trusted are strangers. The system I served is exposed. And I am left standing in a world that no longer fits. Where do I belong? Not here. Not there. Not with them. Not with the old me. I just want to wake up in my Father's arms. Not as a guest. Not as a stranger. Not as a visitor passing through. As a daughter. Held. Known. Home. Not in a place. In a presence. Not in a building. In a embrace. I wake up on the daily, knowing new knowledge, and nothing feels the same. But one thing remains. His arms are still open. Even when I cannot feel them. Even when I cannot find them. Even when I wake up alone. I just want to wake up in my Father's arms. 🔥