He prepares a table before us; in the presence of our enemies. He fills our cups and they overrun. I was invited to this event, organised by the King. The invitation read, “I know the plans I have for you…” To be fair, I did not read the rest. I shut it quickly and rushed to the event. The welcome team informed me that I had been allocated a table. I thought to myself, “He knows the plans He has for me…”

It was nice to see familiar faces at the table. It was beautifully set, as usual. I questioned my familiarity with the set up and I sensed a certain level of boredom. I felt like I had been there before. BEEN THERE! DONE THAT! Nevertheless, I sat expectantly.  The King arrived at the table and I kept looking around and wondering whether I was dressed right or whether I was dressed like others. The hosts began to worship and I managed to utter out specks of worship. At this point, I noticed a placard before me which read “Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewellery or fine clothes. Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.”

The King spoke, “Quiet your soul and worship me, there is always a mystery to unveil”. An attempt at worship caused the elders to cast their crowns and sing, “Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord…” I cut that short, I was more interested in knowing these plans He has for me. Excited to see my breakthrough and hear of when it will happen. After all, one of the wall hangings in the room read, “Seek me, and you will find me, and I will show you great and marvellous things.”

So we sat down. The King spoke, but my mind drifted to so many times. I heard so little from him that it forced me to keep inquiring from my neighbours who, might I say, paraphrased it for me according to their understanding. It seemed okay and I was distracted anyway.

Food was served, the daily bread, and it looked amazing but only for a moment. I looked at another’s plate and I realised the serving was very different. I then got disgruntled and called the Angel waiting on us and asked him why I got something different. I looked closely at my plate and realised there were some things that I did not particularly like. They seemed heavy for my stomach; and some – I generally would not pick them on an ordinary day. My heart sank. 

The King rose from his seat and walked up to me. He touched my hand and said “What you have on your plate is sufficient because I am sufficient for you”. He also added, “Do not look at another’s plate. You are unique and your plate is uniquely for you. You must listen to me. You must quiet your soul. You must have a gentle heart and always be thankful. You will rest knowing that my plans for you are good.” The King then walked back to his seat.

The Helper of the King remarked, “I know you did not read the entire invitation”. I immediately reached out to my bag and opened the invitation again. I missed the last clause. “Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you a future a hope”.