For every house is built by someone, but the builder of all things is God.
He was all alone.
The warm waves of a summer ocean crashed nearby.
Was he hungry?
I would say that’s the best guess.
Searching the shoreline, all by himself.
You know, I was like that once.
In fact, it was a very long once.
I felt all alone.
Big, looming circumstances in my life crashed nearby at unpredictable intervals.
Was I hungry?
No guessing needed—I was.
Not so much for food.
I always had something to eat.
My hunger was for acceptance.
Holding those four in a tight grip was my hunger for love.
When I was “out there” in life, all by myself, God rescued me.
At nineteen years old, I was ready for the redemption.
Just like the bird, I was up against a big world and there I was, spindly and small.
When I prayed and asked for forgiveness, it came.
I was not alone anymore.
God settles the solitary in a home;
he leads out the prisoners to prosperity,
but the rebellious dwell in a parched land.
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