God Puts the Solitary in Families

As the train jostled me through northern New Jersey and paused at Penn station, my heart was humming; I was heading North to the land that I love. I know I've arrived in New England because the landscape begins to turn different shades of grey and blue. While living there, the lack of color on houses depressed me but upon my return, it was exhilarating. New England juts into a sapphire-grey ocean, has skies blended with periwinkle and grey and is filled with a demur, reserved people whose manners mark the landscape.

I was heading to Boston, the grand lady ensconced in grey and bejeweled with pearls. It's a beautiful thing to be able to pause in life sometimes; to take in your surroundings, mull over the past and wonder over the present. Every time I arrive in Boston I feel her magic. She massages my mental urge to constantly think and helps me to reflect on life's occurrences with serenity. Pause I did. So much has happened in a sliver of time. I chose my mother's headstone, decided to save enough money to move out and gave way to admitting what I truly want. Making life decisions can be hard but I'm learning to put my small lily white hand in my Heavenly Father's large, unchanging one. For most of my life I craved the sense of belonging to a family. I felt isolated as an only child and so alone. After losing my mother, I felt myself slipping further into isolation and wondering how I'd ever get out. What's the solution to loneliness and was I meant to feel utterly alone forever?

Through all the questions I clung to one hope, the scripture that states "God puts the solitary in families". A father of the fatherless and a judge for the widows, Is God in His holy habitation. 6 God makes a home for the lonely; He leads out the prisoners into prosperity, Only the rebellious dwell in a parched land. Psalms 68