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Have you ever sat down after worship at Gracelife and felt as if the entire sermon was about exactly what you were currently going through? As if God knew what you needed to hear. Word for word. This has happened before, but never the way it happened today. 
On January 28 I was terminated from my position I had held for almost 2 years. I knew it was coming. The company was making changes and very honestly I no longer fit the mold. More honestly, I have never fit any mold. The words that were spoken Sunday hit me so deeply at times I forgot to breathe. I have and still feel in distress. Anxious. Bitter in soul. Hardened by life. Weighed down. Weary. Wounded. Unwanted. An outsider. Overlooked. An outcast. Betrayed. I carry shame of my own failures. Overwhelmed. Abandoned. Alone. And stressed. For me, the only word that wasn’t mentioned, and the one I struggle mostly with, is angry. 
But as I listened to Sundays sermon, the word that kept pinging through my brain was “hope.” Because I, and maybe you, are all of those things at this very moment. I am also the misfit. The chain breaker. The one who is in my cave with my king who has been enthroned. I am the rebel who left my religion behind and chose to follow my King. The one who answered His call on my life. The one whose kingdom will be built in my brokenness, not in spite of it. The one who has learned the true meaning of humility in the last 2 weeks. The one without status and popularity. The one who is tired of looking for hope in all the “silly wrong places.” I have found a community in a cave that has become a “hospital for the ones who need to be repaired.” I am that person. Desperately seeking grace and mercy from a loving God. And I have found that and more in Jesus.