A fledgling adult in a middle-school lunchroom…
Is there anywhere a soul feels more vulnerable? I’ve yet to find it.
I still have nightmares about that place. I was never the one who had their sandwich, fruit, and juice packed neatly alongside a smiley-face sticky note by their mother. Nope, I had to brave the lunch line with the rest of the un-cool kids. And then after leaving the line…I had to find somewhere to sit.
All the stares. All the insecurities. All the drama. Every day.
The sad part is, I never outgrow these feelings. Put me in a big room with lots of people today and every ounce of teenage fear saddles up to this grown woman. I have birthed two babies and helped corral 1,800 pound cows down the chute to get them dewormed and dehorned…all of which I can handle. But don’t make me walk into a room full of eyes that have the potential of sizing me up for all that I’m not, and making me feel five feet shorter than I am.
Where does the insecurity in this scenario find its root?
In my fear of not fitting in.
My fear of not belonging.
My fear of not being important enough
My fear of just not being enough.
All the while, I’m scanning the crowd and sizing up every other person I see and wanting to be just like her.
She has the boots I just pinned on my “Me” board.
She has the hair I’ve been trying to achieve through three mishaps of home color and hundreds of dollars to fix at the salon…and I’m still not there.
She has the blog with 100,000,000 followers and the book contract signed last week.
She has it all. I have nothing.
Lie after lie after lie.
Sounds extreme…and it is. But it’s my extremely warped reality at times. And I’m tired of it. I’m tired of feeling like there’s no room at the table for me and I’m glad God is finally starting to show me how much of a lie this is. Because sisters, it is a lie straight from hell.
These words from Christ pour truth into the lies I’ve been believing…
”and I assign to you, as my Father assigned to me, a kingdom, that you may eat and drink at my table in my kingdom and sit on thrones judging the twelve tribes of Israel.”- Luke 22:29-30
Jesus came as a servant. The King of Kings lowered Himself not only to be as the people He came to save, but to serve them…He’s assigned you and me as servants too and He has a reward for our service, just as He did for His disciples.
These dreams He is giving us to chase and fulfill require us to take OUR seat at HIS table. (<====Click to Tweet)
If we aren’t sitting in the seat He has assigned, we will miss out on the assignment He has just for us.
But don’t miss this…we are not at the table alone! We are never alone and our dreams aren’t meant to be fulfilled alone. We have the privilege of sitting amongst other sisters and brothers chasing and fulfilling their very own God-sized Dreams, at their very own seat, at the very same table. If that doesn’t get you excited, then I don’t have anything else for you today.
Friends…we have an assignment from GOD ALMIGHTY and a seat at HIS table TOGETHER. (<====Click to Tweet)
Yes, we are all different. Praise God He has given us each our own dreams to chase and fulfill for His glory in our own way…and Praise God we get to chase the dreams and serve Him and one another together.
And our reward? Adding seats to the table all the while with new dream-chasers that we draw near along the way.
Y’all, this is good stuff.
This is good, God-sized Dream stuff that is worth leaning into Him and one another for. This is worth pulling up our seat, eating from His bread of truth and drinking from His cup of salvation as one big team of Freedom-Fighting-Dream-Chasing sisters.
As we find our place and sit down to serve, He will fill our plate so full it will overflow. We have nothing else to do but share from His goodness.
Now, let’s pull up our seats at His table and get to it together. Are you in?
Shared By: Meredith Bernard