I was at an event the other night and I was watching someone do something that I have a lot of opinions about. #shocker. (It doesn’t really matter what…just accept my vaugueness..haha) All of a sudden these thoughts started going through my head.
“Ugh I wonder if she does it that way all the time?”
“If it was me, I’d do it totally differently. My way is totally out of the box and more authentic.”
And then… I don’t know if it was the Holy Spirit or just something clicking into place- probably a bit of both- but I thought:
“I am not the best.”
I do not know the most. My ways aren’t the only ways.
It was not in a self deprecating way. It was more of a reality check sort of way. It reminded me of a time I was praying for a place very close to my heart- I was begging God for breakthrough there. He gently reminded me that He loved that place more than I ever could. He showed me that I was holding tightly on to that place, instead of giving it to Him. His heart is bigger and His love is stronger for that place. He knows it better.
There is a certain freedom in the acceptance that I am not the best. It frees other people up to not be the best either. I think we step into authority when yield to His authority & wisdom. The Kingdom is such a weird place.
There are lots of areas that I think I’m the best at controlling: my future, my relationships, my life in general…but at the end of the day Isaiah 55:8-9 is true:
“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, and My ways are not your ways,” says the Lord. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts.
I am not the best. And, for that, I am very thankful.