As I walked into the house for life group, my favorite person ever came to greet me. His name is Ford (or I call him Fordie). He’s 4-years-old and has the cutest smile and the biggest imagination. He knew we were making waffles for everyone, which are his favorite, so he wanted to be a part of the whole process!
He stuck beside me the whole time to make sure it got done- grabbing eggs, pouring oil, and even checking the temperature of the waffles to ensure they were cool enough. At one point he even tried to refrain from using the bathroom for fear that I would make the waffles without him.
He thought that he was going to miss out- that there would be none leftover for him. What he did not know is that I had already come prepared with enough to make him as many waffles as he wanted, but it was hard for him to trust that was true if he could not see it in front of him.
In the end, as I watched him stuffing the waffles in his mouth, all I could see was myself.
All of my life I have felt like I was going to miss out on my calling. That I was going to wake up one day and God would throw his hands in the air like, “Sorry, you didn’t get here fast enough. All of the spots are filled.”
If you have ever felt this way before, I don’t blame you. We live in a world that has always said that there’s not enough. If you want it, you better start pushing your way to the top and speeding up the process because the spots at the table of dreams are filling up and they’re filling up fast. I’ve even heard the saying “If you don’t do it, then God will find someone who will.”
This created a fear in me that my calling is first come first serve, and if I don’t get to movin’ then someone will replace me. That God won’t want me anymore. That my calling will go stale, I’ll miss out on purpose, and I’ll have to watch someone else take that place.
Having this mindset made me skeptical about God, so I began to assist God in the process. I would step ahead of him- trying to pour oil in areas that didn’t need any, stir up things that weren’t ready yet, and try to cook things that were still missing ingredients.
I have read in his word a million and one times that he has a plan and a purpose for me. I have read that he calls, and he equips. That he works everything out for the good of those who love him. But I was still unwilling to leave for a bathroom break for fear that while I was gone someone would steal my waffle, or I was unwilling to step back and let God work his magic for fear that if I didn’t step in it would never get done.
This kind of fear makes you paranoid. Every time someone around you has a success, it makes you feel like a failure. Every time someone takes on the same passion as you of writing, photography, painting, speaking, leading, etc. It makes you feel as if you’re playing musical chairs with the seat at the table God has set and they are your competition for the last one.
There’s a passage in Luke 9 all about Jesus feeding the 5 thousand people with five loaves of bread and two fish. Somehow these loaves and fish keep getting multiplied and distributed to ALL 5 thousand people and when all have eaten and were SATISFIED, there were leftovers.
“I am a God of leftovers”.
God does not just give what we need, he gives even more. There is always room, there is always enough. His table is never filled and the chair he has for you has your name written on it. He won’t ALLOW anyone else to take it. You do not have to fight for it, you don’t have to compete for it. It is yours. It’s been yours since you were created in the womb.
Now, if you never step up to the plate of your calling, it doesn’t mean that someone else is going to replace you. It just means that the world misses out. They miss out on the piece of Jesus that God has called YOU to give. God may use someone else to reach the same people, but it won’t be with the same effectiveness. Only YOU can unlock the calling God has for you.
There is no plan B. There is you. So, find freedom in celebrating others and celebrating yourself.