A Broken Misfit

I don't know if it is the continuous decline in temperature causing my hand and feet to become extremely numb and cold that produced this nagging feeling of emptiness inside my heart.  I should be thankful that's why I feel guilty feeling the need to rant and to feel bad about this whole idea I've decided to put myself into.  It would have been easier if I were back home, I could just hide in the warm shell of my room and just pour out my heart to its content but things are way too different here.

Here, where people are always in a rush, they have no time to stop and smell the flowers nor be in awe of the beauty of the seemingly endless horizon.  Here where people rarely offer a smile but constantly look down at people under their noses. Here in the place where prosperity abounds but it's difficult to be content... Here is where You have taken me... yes here where gentleness is weakness and tears unnecessary. I feel like a misfit and yet I've always been a misfit; so once again I know deep within me that this is where You want me to be.

Like the broken jar of clay with so much flaws, yes with much flaw, will You let them see Your surpassing power and glory and not the prideful, ugly heart I carry?

For now, I pray for grace to carry on with the task You've set ahead for me... I'm trusting You with all of my brokenness.