“Here, this is for you.” Tade’s father handed over her own shirt to her, for the family stage play which often held annually, in celebration of love and to display God’s love for the world.
It was an initiative from their mother, who survived cancer. She was an artist but during those periods of cancer treatment and staying under the rays, she found God and decided to turn her profession of a secular actress to one that would please God and bring glory to His name.
Tade looked disdainfully at the costume, a frown clearly masking her face. ‘How could she get this filthy-looking, ragged cloth when the rest of her siblings and cousins were dressed in color-plated costumes?’ All year long she had dreamed of her costume, anticipating the stage play and was expecting something more vibrant.
“Daddy, this is not mine!” Tade stormed her feet, crossed her arms and ran off to her room.
The stage play was a week away but they needed to practice and perfect their lines with the costumes before that day and Tade was one of the two main characters of the story. Her father, who perfectly understood what was going on, went after her.
“Hello dear. Can I come in?” He asked, knocking on her door. The only reply he got were her sobs, as she’d cuddled herself with her pillow, burying her head in it. He entered anyways since he wasn’t certain of any reply from her.
“What’s the matter, baby? What’s getting you upset?” He asked.
“Is that the best you could get for me? Am I so worthless in the play that my role has to make me wear something so filthy?” She blurted out, clearly hurt.
“You actually have one of the best parts of the play.” Her dad answered. “Besides, let me tell you something else, are you listening?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She said, sniffing.
“You’ve got the most beautiful costume for the tail-end of the play. You haven’t seen it yet.”
“I don’t want to hear any of it dad. I’m not needed in the play.” She cried the more.
“Do you trust me?” He asked. “Do you trust my love?”
“Yes.” She whispered.
“I know what is best suited for you dear. And that costume is just the perfect match for the role you have to play for the beginning of the story.”
“But why does it have to be me?”
“Because you are the best and right person for it. No one else can do it better than you.” He answered. “Tade, do you understand the lesson behind the story? It’s illustrating how God takes the meanest, dirtiest, most filthy and ugly situations, circumstances and persons and creates something extremely beautiful beyond human imagination. That’s where your part actually becomes very important. But beyond this play, there’s something I want you to take note of. Are you listening?”
“Yes,” She said, sitting straight up.
“In life, God has a role for each of us to play to portray the story of His love and to show forth His glory but sometimes we either feel unworthy of such roles or we feel something worthless about it when we don’t understand the end of the story He is trying to portray. I’m not saying God will give you a dirty role though.” He said and laughed.
“I get.” Tade joined in.
“What I’m saying is, whatever role He gives you to play and whatever costume He gives, which could be your talent, your spiritual office or even specific circumstances that He allows your way, are actually your best fit. He’s your heavenly Father and He knows what is best suited for you to play the role He has ordained for you, right from the foundation of the world.”
“Hmmm…. Wow. This is why we should never compare ourselves to others, look down on what God has given to us or made us to be as persons right?”
“That’s right daughter.” Her dad consorted. “Tade, in God’s storyline, because it’s been written of you in the volume of the book, I mean the Bible, there’s a role fitted specifically for you to play and with that role comes a costume best fitted for it, just to show forth His praise and glory. So never compare yourself with another, because he has his own role to play and his own costume. Focus on your own storyline and play your own role, so that through it, others will see God’s glory portrayed and shining brightly in your life. Is that clear?”
Wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her dress, she stood up to hug her dad “Thanks so much Dad. You’re God-sent. I’m sorry for my reaction. It was a pent-up one, wanting to feel important, special and significant. I’d been struggling with those feelings for some time now and the costume you gave me seemed to break the camel’s back.”
“It’s all right, baby.” His father said, hugging her back. “But the truth is, whatever must have spiked up those false thoughts in your head, you are indeed special, important and significant, especially to God. So I want you to always have that in mind. And that’s why He’s given you a specific role to play in the world, and in His plan, that no other person will be best suited to play. All right?”
“All right.” She said, giving him a high-five and jumping off the bed.
“Let’s start acting right away.”
“Yea. You haven’t seen the second costume yet.” Her dad said. “It’s the best surprise I must say.”
“I can’t wait.” She answered. “Either way, I’m just going to focus on my role and play it at its best, knowing it’s to portray God’s love and glory.”
“That’s my girl!”
Hello dear. Just in case you’ve forgotten and the circumstances around have made you think worthless of yourself, hear what God says about you “But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a peculiar people; that you should show forth the praises of Him who hath called you out of darkness into His marvelous light.”
Always remember, regardless of what anyone thinks or say of you, this is who you are: God’s prized possession, His special own, His unique one. You are fearfully and wonderfully made; even before you were formed in your mother’s womb, He has ordained you for that specific role you have to play. And you are loved above all.