Ephesians 4:12 To equip the saints for ministry, for building up the body of Christ. Does anyone ever feel equipped to do anything they try? I’m legitimately asking because I can’t tell you how many times a day I feel that I’m not well equipped to do something I’m supposed to. Being a wife? Being a mom? Being a healthcare provider? There’s a term “imposter syndrome” that describes the feeling that you are in a position or role that you’re not qualified to be in even if you really are qualified. I find that I feel like an imposter in many areas of my life, even as a “saint” for Christ. I mean, even that word makes me feel like an imposter. I’m really not a saint. And I certainly do not feel equipped for ministry and building up the body. Music ministry? Didn’t really take voice lessons. Women’s ministry? I haven’t been to seminary. Being a mom and raising boys in the way of Jesus in a postmodern world? …there’s no playbook for that. Certainly it can’t be me that the Lord is asking to do those things… could it?  Thankfully, I’m not alone in this feeling. I think of Moses and take comfort. He tried to make every excuse he could think of for why God shouldn’t use him to free God’s people from slavery in Egypt. And God used him anyway… And I love that. Isn’t it so sweet and beautiful that our loving Heavenly Father equips us through His Word, His Spirit, and His truth? Isn’t it amazing that even though we may have imposter syndrome in our different roles of ministry which happen inside the church campus and outside the church campus, he still uses us? Isn’t it fantastic that all the reasons we give God for why He shouldn’t use us He just smiles and nods and uses us anyway for His glory? And He will keep doing so over and over again. He has said, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in your weakness”. (2 Cor 12:9). Take heart, sister. You are equipped for your role because the God of unending love and grace has chosen you for your unique ministry and He is with you.

Alisha Keating

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