Where do I belong?

Most of my life has been spent in constant motion. As a child my family moved constantly. We bounced between  Illinois and California. While in California we moved to various cities and within those cities there were alot of houses and apartments. Illinois was the same routine. I can not count on my two hands the number of schools I attended, nor can I remember them all clearly to name them. When I was first on my own I fell into the same routine of bouncing around. I was in constant search for somewhere that I fit in or belonged. I returned to my roots, or in my case my birth place. I was there, now what? I didn't have those connections with people established with years of elementary school, shared memories of adolescence. My memories spanned hundreds of faces and dozens of places. I was on the outside looking in. I still feel that way today. Lately I have come to realize that while I feel so alone in the world, I have had the grace of God every step of the way. He hadn't turned his back on me, I had turned my back on him. I chose to wander through life blinded with my own self pity, instead of reaching out and accepting him. I have always wanted to save the world, care for every sick animal and person, putting everyones needs before my own. I always hid my own fears and weaknesses with selfless acts. If I stayed busy worrying about everyone else I could turn the attention away from my own inner turmoil. As I strengthen my faith, I find more inner peace and strength in spirit. I find that I am not alone, God is right here with me. He feels every ounce of pain that I feel, he understands my hurts and my conflicts better than I do. I am still not sure where I belong, I have yet to find "my" place in the world, but I know that God has plans for me. I also know that while I am waiting to find "my" place in this world I am going to make the best of where I am at and give thanks everyday for the caring, graciousness of my savior and his forgiveness.