We have cupcakes in the house, leftovers from a six pack that Whole Foods offered as a $2.99 Valentine’s Special. I should fess up that I didn’t get them for Valentine’s Day. No, I got them because on a Sunday evening a couple weeks ago, I whined to David about needing a sweet fix.
Cupcakes are my chocolate, y’all.
So while I wrapped up bedtime duties with the kids, David kindly found me cupcakes. And yep, you’re totally right: I’m spoiled by this man who entertains my grocery store whims.
I savored my vanilla cupcake topped with a cloud of vanilla frosting in crazy, dramatic fashion while watching Downton‘s Mary deal with two suitors she isn’t crazy about. After licking my fingers clean, I placed the rest of the 6 pack in the freezer.
(Not just so they’d keep longer, but so the kids wouldn’t find them.)
I pulled them back out yesterday because y’all, it was a cupcake needy kind of day.
If I’m being honest, it’s been a cupcake needy kind of season. A season that resembles late spring where it’s sunny and 75 one day and rainy and 40 the next. I’ve enjoyed some great highs, and just when I settle down to celebrate them, a different kind of news arrives that makes my celebratory mood (with my tagalong heart) sink to my shins.
I know, I know. Welcome to Life. But I also know that when the peaks and valleys come in rapid succession, one must sit down for a bit and take a breather. And when I do, a message blows in on a breeze,
You aren’t cut out for this, Kristen.
Well, this much I know is true. Most people have this thought during their mountain top moments, and I’m no different. Am I really cut out to handle all I’m handling, even the successful parts? But I also ask this about the valleys and the slow steps up and out of it. Am I really cut out for failure and disappointment?
I place that thought in context with some words I read recently in Emily Freeman’s book, A Million Little Ways. She writes how the Lord whispers this,
“No, you are not cut out. You have been placed in.”
Emily reminds us that this is the perfect place to remember we are desperate to depend on a source other than ourselves.
I am also desperate to not just nod my head up and down and agree, but live like it’s true.
God gives all of us the abilities and tools we need so that we may build beautiful things that frame the good name of Jesus. But sometimes I measure wrong or try to use a nail where I need a screw. I may have the right materials, but I’m not building the right thing with them in this season. So I look at the tools in my hands, take a step back, and re-evaluate the best plan for using them.
If you woke up on this Tuesday to discover you must re-evaluate your own plans, don’t let the disappointment that shadows this realization lead to defeat. No, disappointment is where we find His appointment for something better.
You have been purposely placed where you are with the tools you have, and God won’t leave you just standing there holding a hammer and nails.
And if you don’t feel cut out to handle the sweet and the sour on your plate today, take in this fresh air: You aren’t cut out because you have been placed in. That means He has confidence in you and you are definitively, totally capable. It’s just a matter of matching your tools with His plans.
It will happen.
And when it does, I’ll be cheering for you, ready to offer a cupcake.