Your Calling Is Unique

I'm reading a book right now called You're Made for a God-sized Dream, and it's all about finding our calling, summoning our courage, and then taking steps to walk in that calling. Something this book touches on that has really stuck with me the past couple weeks is the idea that our callings are all unique. No one... no one... can fulfill your calling quite like you can.

God says, "For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

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We've probably all heard that verse so many times, we could quote it aloud in our sleep. But here's my question: Do you really believe God's plans for you are good? That He KNOWS what He is doing, and desires to give you hope?

Have you ever gotten on Facebook or Twitter and discovered the following?

• 27,938 words written today in my WIP! I can't believe how easy it is to write between 5-6 in the morning!
• Great news! Jane Austen has just agreed to come back from the dead so she can personally give my book a glowing endorsement!
• Just got off the phone with my agent, and she said not only is my writing the best she has seen in years, but three publishing houses are competing for my book, offering three-book contracts! AND she says I'm her favorite client so she's buying me new shoes.
• I found out I got a perfect score in all seven contests I just entered, and now I'm going to get a bunch of expensive commemorative pens as prizes! (And let's be honest: who doesn't like a fancy pen?)

Before long, if you aren't careful, the comparison game starts up, and the 500 words you were able to squeeze in during your lunch break seem so insignificant, you begin to wonder if you should just give up entirely.

Ah ha! And that is our problem. Don't you see? A little part (or maybe a big part!) of us believes someone else could fulfill our calling better than we can do it ourselves. Maybe if Jenny B. Jones or Laura Frantz could write our book, then it would be a good story. If someone who weren't spending time chasing toddlers (or in my case, college students!) around all day were imagining the scenes, they would have so much more creativity. If someone with a different degree (or a degree at all) were to write my book, they would bring more to to table. Yada yada yada. It's all lies.

The enemy is trying to halt you in your day-to-day productivity by feeding you these thoughts. 

When you allow these sorts of ideas to take residence in your mind, you willingly give away the beautiful purpose God has for each moment of your day. You take this gift God has given you (and only you), and you throw it down, into the dust. Then you walk away and say, "Try again, God. You gave me the wrong gift here. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, You could give me something a little less intimidating."

But don't you see? The whole point of a God-sized dream is that... well... it's God-sized! 

If you could accomplish your dream on your own willpower, it wouldn't be big enough. God says, "I know the plans I have for YOU." Not your favorite writer, or artist, or barista-- although He knows His plans for them too-- but for you. Stop trying so hard to be what you think you ought to be, and start being who you were made to be all along. Yes, it's scary. Yes, you'll probably never feel like you've arrived, but in some ways, that's the point. God wants to take you on such an amazing journey that the only way you can get there is by trusting Him. And I don't know about you, but that's enough for me.

In the words of Dr. Suess, "Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You." 

Now, Faith...

I have a sensitive heart.

I worry about dogs wandering the side of the road, butterflies in traffic, and kids who seem sad.

I carry these things with me--all the time--until, after a while, they get heavier, and heavier, and I break down. I give them to God, and I lay them down. And then when I'm feeling strong enough, suddenly I find myself in a new day, picking up new burdens like little packages that need my care. And I start to worry more and more that if I don't tend to them, no one else will care.

This is a problem in my life.

This might be my biggest struggle against God.

I have a hard time letting go because I care so much. Recently, a mockingbird made a nest in our maple tree, and I started using leashes when I took the dogs outside because I was just sure they were going to get the birds. I fretted and fretted and prayed and prayed and prayed, and one day I went out there and found the nest on the ground. This was very upsetting to me. Just three mockingbird eggs, but they had life. And I feel this ever-present responsibility to care for life.

Have you been there? Maybe your circumstances are different, but do you pick up little burdens throughout your days and hold on to them as if they won't inevitably bring you down? As if they somehow need your care to be okay?

God has been teaching me two things lately. Letting go, and that little acts of faith matter. Let me explain.

What is faith if we cannot, at the end of it all, simply let go to God? 

Many times, when we feel this urge to tend to things, it comes from a good heart. I am passionate about creation and want to care for it the best I can. Praying about these things is good. Praying as a vehicle for control is not. There's this fine line where we step back and realize that our attempts to please God are nothing and that He simply wants us. Not that we shouldn't bring our concerns, our hearts to God, but rather, if we pick them right back up afterwards, what good has it done?

And then the other thing--how little acts of faith matter. I don't know about you, but I live under this constant feeling of not being good enough. I don't know where this came from. I was never in an environment that perpetuated this tendency, so the only conclusion I can draw is that it must've come from somewhere deep within. I am a perfectionist. I like things well-done, but I am rarely satisfied. And so when I am filling my figurative backpack with all these heavy rocks, they begin to weigh on me. I inevitably try to tackle the problems myself, all at once. And I always, always fail. Oh, it may look like a great success to the outside eye. But I know where I could've done better. And this makes me tired.

But is this the life God has called us to? Has He not given us a framework for laying these burdens down, once and for all? Has He not offered us peace instead of the worry that comes when we become overly invested in solving our own problems?

Last night, God led me to Hebrews 11 before bed. Speaking of which--daily quiet times, there's a great example of a situation where I always feel like I'm dropping the ball. Can you relate? I wish I had space to copy the whole chapter here, so instead, I'm going to give this link: http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hebrews+11&version=NIV

"Now faith," it says, "is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. This is what the ancients were commended for."

The rest of the chapter goes on to outline some of the giants of the faith and all of a sudden, you come to see the Old Testament is this beautiful outline of people who believed God, and it was counted to them as "righteousness." Moses is one of the examples given, and I'm always amazed by that, because really, it would seem Moses lost his faith in God's promise, would it not? But he still gets a shout-out. Which is so encouraging, isn't it, to know our faith doesn't have to be perfect in order for it to count.

I hope you're encouraged today to know God loves you right where you are. And as well all strive to be better, to do things well as we run around throughout the day, may we also remember the reason behind it all.