Giving up your seat

Have you ever felt like you had to give up your seat because you were not meant to be there?

I can remember feeling that way when I was younger. I would always describe myself as shy. What does that really mean anyways? I feel like all of us have some form of reserve, but not necessarily shy.

Never the less I took a Myers Briggs survey in my sophomore year of high school and it did conclude that I was an introvert but I also has some extrovert tendencies (go figure).

So between that characteristic and external forces sometimes I felt like ahh should I be here.

Battling those internal feelings along with my drive to succeed became overwhelming for me. To a point where I had to make a decision to dig deeper. Find out more about myself. Who am I. Who has God called me to be. What is it really that I want out of life. Where is my seat?

I heard a message one day, somewhere in my late twenties, that gave me a different perspective. I belong anywhere that God has placed me. Not one encounter or table is an accident. God has placed me there for his purpose and I should be confident and walk in the fullness of what he has called me to do for that season.

Has there been times after that where I felt like ahhh I should not be here...maybe but they are far and few in between.

I can remember my first job in NYC I sat at a table whereby I was the only not only black person but also one of the few women. The room was predominantly male. I remember it feeling almost surreal. But I thought to myself I want women like myself to know that it’s possible and to feel like they belong at the table.

1Peter 2:9-10

“But you are the ones chosen by God, chosen for the high calling of priestly work, chosen to be a holy people, God’s instruments to do his work and speak out for him, to tell others of the night-and-day difference he made for you—from nothing to something, from rejected to accepted.”