Today marks the last of a two week stint. A time when I allowed the world and all it stands for the bring me down to its depressing level. Last night, I felt like an eight-year-old girl alone on the elementary school playground. The remarks and dealings with 'friends' now brought back long passed memories of being the black sheep by the 'best friend' of my younger years.

I hated those feelings of exclusion then.

And I still do now.

But Christ has revived me and reminded me of the truth: I am not alone. I am loved. I am not without a friend in Jesus.