The other day, I spent a lot of time comparing myself to another person’s accomplishments, and was really struck by how extraordinary they were and how less-than-ordinary that made me feel.
But God reminded me that if He calls me to where I am, then my purpose is extraordinary where I am, even if it seems ordinary. To try and compare to or live out someone else’s purpose, even if I did it well, would never be my extraordinary. My extraordinary is where God says it is. If God promises me something, it’s done. It’s on it’s way. Am I going to give up on it or forget it because I don’t see it or feel it in the moment? My circumstances don’t make the promises of God any less true. My feelings don’t determine my identity. I am more extraordinary in the ordinary where God placed me than I could ever be trying to be in someone else’s extraordinary (or even their ordinary).
Me doing what God told me to do is more extraordinary than doing what other people think I should be doing or expect me to do. The purpose of my life was never to live up to other people’s expectations. I will never find my extraordinary by following other people. My extraordinary, my confidence, my purpose, my passion, my calling, and my identity are all given to me by God and if I try and get them anywhere else, I will only find cheap knockoffs. They may satiate a temporary desire or satisfy someone else’s expectations of me in the moment, but they will never work for the long haul.
In the end, if I want to be “good enough”, I have to live out the belief that God is enough. His provision for me is enough—even if I don’t see it when I start, His love for me is enough—even if I don’t feel love from others, and who He says I am is enough—even if the voices in my head say otherwise.