I learned a new word last year. I teach SAT vocabulary, and in general like words. I get excited reading about the word of the year or which words got added to the dictionary. Learning new words isn’t new to me.
But last year I learned the word scarcity, from my friend Esther, and suddenly my world made more sense that it ever had.
Scarcity is the idea that there is not enough. And scarcity is a lie. There is enough. There is always enough.
But more often than not I operate in the realm of scarcity. A few ladies I really respect got agents and book deals; things I want. I got jealous, I got scared. What if I don’t get to do the things I dream of, things I believe God has called me to?
There isn’t a scarcity of platforms, of book deals, of agents. I will walk the path God has for me, not because there is not enough to go around, but because this is the abundant path for me. There is enough.
My weight creeped up on me this semester. I don’t weigh myself regularly, but my pants started getting really tight and it occurred to me to check in. One look at my eating habits and I knew the problem. Scarcity.
I eat like there is never enough. If it is delicious I won’t stop till it is gone. When will I get it again? What if I don’t? Just one more bite. What if someone else gets to it first? This is crazy. CRAZY! All the best food I have eaten lately I made. I can make it whenever I want. There is enough. Absolutely enough for me to abstain and not miss out on anything.
I stress myself out on a regular basis making very minor decisions, like which groceries to buy, which present to pick, which route to take. Usually, these decisions are such that there is no wrong answer, all answers are acceptable, and yet…yet I am pulling out my hair and beating myself up because, THERE IS ONLY ONE RIGHT ANSWER AND OH MAN I MADE THE WRONG ONE AND COST US (three minutes, six dollars, absolutely nothing) AND IT IS ALL MY FAULT. Scarcity of perfect choices. That isn’t real.
Scarcity is a lie, and I am not believing it anymore. I am choosing to believe that there is enough. Of everything. Of time and talent and book deals. Of good food and friendship. Of anything God has for me. There is enough.
So go to hell scarcity. Your lies aren’t welcome here. I am resolved.