Being poured out.

I’ve been trained all my life to serve. To serve everyone in everything. How to be a good host, how to be a good daughter/sister/niece/cousin etc. To help out in everything.

Up till now, I have been doing just that. Sometimes, it involves personal sacrifice. Sometimes even my daughter has to learn to understand. But once in awhile, it’s nice to be appreciated.

It’s nice to belong, and be wanted. It’s nice to be invited to things not because it’s so obvious if I’m not invited, but because I may be of reasonable company. For once, it’s nice to be included in things, even if there is a chance I can’t make it.

So what if I have to work and there things going on during the weekday? Maybe all I want is just to know that I’m important enough to be asked.

So it hurts now. Because I am called to pour out and be there for others, but I have no one to come share with me and want me.

O Lord, you see all. Be thou my comfort.

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