You Know How I Wasn’t Invited…

To attend that party? To play on that team? To sit at that table? To go on that trip?

It’s okay. It really is okay.

It wasn’t okay at first.

I was hurt as everyone whispered plans and gushed about the fun to be had. I was wistful as I watched every picture go up on Instagram. I was angry as names were dropped and superlatives were hashtagged.

I felt over-looked and under-utilized.

Don’t misunderstand me, even then, when it wasn’t okay, I knew that it was my problem and not yours.

My problem.

My insecurity. My brokenness. My coveting.

I knew you were just doing your thing. I knew that you must feel left out sometimes too. And I knew I had inflicted, and will continue to inflict, this same pain, like you, unknowingly {let’s be honest…it’s unavoidable}.

But it’s okay now. I remembered.

It’s okay because I remembered I am enough.

It’s okay because I remembered I have enough. {More than enough really.}

It’s okay because I remembered that when I have to strive to know people, to go places or to do things, I don’t enjoy the knowing, the going or the doing.

It’s okay because I remembered this is how Screwtape and Wormwood win over and over again in this day in age.

But mostly, it’s okay because I remembered that I’ve accepted THE ONLY invitation that has eternal significance.

Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion?

Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life.

I’ll show you how to take a real rest.

Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it.

Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.

I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you.

Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.

Matthew 11:28:30 {The Message}

It’s okay.

I’m not just saying it. It really is okay.