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Cup of Tea

Have you ever been in a situation where you feel like you're on the outside looking in? You are physically there, but you feel like you are the odd man out or your personality is too much for that group and you can see it like you are sitting on the outside of the circle looking in?

I am not everyone's cup of tea.

This revelation is a hard pill to swallow. While I am not a conflict-avoider, I don't like it and desire everyone to get along and like each other all the time. I often wish everyone would just play nice. But, I know relationships are hard and messy and not everyone is meant to be besties.

I am a lot to take in. I can be loud, overbearing, talkative, opinionated, I like things a certain way, I am stubborn, and on and on and on. I can overwhelm a person in a heart-beat. I also know, however, that I am kind, compassionate, loyal, empathetic, service-minded, and respectful.

I have come to terms with and learned to accept that I am not everyone's cup of tea. It's easy to say and to know, but to accept is a whole other ball game. It doesn't feel good to know that there are people in this world who do not like you. It's a truth that can be difficult to swallow.

Knowing and accepting that I am not meant for everyone doesn't have to shackle me. Instead, it can free me from the bondage of wanting to please everyone. God did not create me for everyone. He created me with specific purpose for a specific reason. Knowing this frees me from the chase of people pleasing and the constant need for acceptance. Realizing that He created me specifically for certain people releases me from trying to be everything to everyone caring about every last opinion of me and, instead, moves me towards meaningful relationship with those that need a person like me in their lives.

Not being everyone's cup of tea is not a bad thing. It's actually a good thing; freeing and comforting. It shows me that I was not meant to be in that person's space. Someone else needs what I have to offer and that will bring much more fulfillment than trying to chase down someone who wasn't created with a need for a person like me in their life.

I am wonderfully made with a specific purpose by a God who created the heavens and the earth. I look at our world and often wonder why he chose to create me. When I live in that space, I am encouraged and absolutely blown away. If He made the sun and the stars and the mountains and the crystal blue waters and then decided to make little 'ole me than I am okay with not being everyone's cup of tea.

There is a need and a purpose for you and I in this world. Our purpose will not serve everyone and that is okay. We weren't called to that space. I have learned to release the burden of carrying everyone's opinions of me on my back. Because ultimately, it is only His that truly matters.

"I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;[a]
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well." Psalm 139:14

"Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
Point out anything in me that offends you,
and lead me along the path of everlasting life." Psalm 139:23-24

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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