Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
There have been seasons where I walked into rooms and felt like I didn’t belong. One memory that stays with me is when I tried to join a mommy-and-me group at my church. I wanted to be part of it, but every time I showed up, I felt embarrassed and different.
It wasn’t that anyone judged me, they didn’t. It was more about where I was in life, carrying feelings I hadn’t yet made peace with. I often left thinking, maybe this isn’t for me.
Looking back, I realize those moments taught me something soft and quiet: sometimes feeling out of place says less about the room and more about the season we’re in.
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