Most people, even the worst of cooks like yours truly, have a specialty dish. It’s that one thing you make that every time you go to a party they ask you to bring. For me, mine is my Funfetti cake cookies.
Then there are those times where you go to a party where the signature chef wasn’t present for their particular dish and someone else tried to step in and make the dish. Let’s be real, it ain’t even close!
When I moved out of my parents house and attempted to cook, amidst serenades of fire alarms and overcooked meat, I began to try my own hand at making some of my mamas dishes. She gave me the recipe for some of my favorite meals she cooked and I would cook them. Even on the slim chance that I actually did everything right, it still just wasn’t as good as mama's.
Ain’t nobody do it like Mama do it!
I think the enemy of comparison is a lot like those dishes at the dinner party. We often show up to the party of life with our Funfetti cake cookies in hand. Then as we walk through the foyer and into the kitchen we begin looking around – homemade cheese balls, German chocolate cake, bruschetta, apple pie, shrimp fondue, freshly churned strawberry ice cream – and we are self conscious of the simple Funfetti cake cookies we hold in our hands. We try to sneak them into the garbage before anyone notices.
We are overly aware of how amazing everything on the table is, everyone else’s “specialty dish”, that we forget just how “to die for” what we have in our own hands is. The dinner party doesn’t need someone else to bring the world’s best carrot cake, there is already one on the table. We need those Funfetti cake cookies because no one puts just the right amount of extra sprinkles like you do.
This post was inspired by a message I heard a pastor at my church speak on comparison. He had so many brilliant points that just led me to meditating on them this morning. One of the things he said is, “Why are we trying to be like someone else when we weren’t called to be like someone else. We were called to be like Jesus.” Maybe you are Super Spiritual Sally but that statement convicted me.
Too many times I look at the gifts I have, my Funfetti cake cookies in my hand, and think they aren’t good enough to bring to the table. Then in my insecurity I try to make bruschetta like my friend and just end up failing ridiculously because that just isn't my "specialty dish". The truth is if I don’t bring what is my uniquely given gift to the table of the Kingdom dinner party there will be lacking something.
Ain't nobody do it like you do it!