Finding My Seat at the Father’s Table

Written by Jennifer McPherson

When I was a kid, I always thought I would miss out on something. That fear consumed me. I worried that my friends would meet without me, that my boyfriend would find someone better, or that I’d miss a rare moment of laughter and joy with my family.

In school, there was always an in crowd—the group that made life look better than the life I had been given. That’s what I began to fear missing out on.

In seventh grade, I finally got the chance to sit at those tables, to walk home with that group, to be included. But the more time I spent there, the more I realized something: I wasn’t meant for that table. I was meant for something different.

I’d like to say I learned my lesson then, but the truth is—even now at forty-two—I still have moments when I look at the circles I’ll never be invited into and feel that old fear of missing out rise again.

A few years ago, I received a prophetic word that changed everything. The Lord reminded me that there was a seat at the table prepared for me—not a table of man’s making, not one built on prominence or popularity, but one the Father Himself had set. There, a seat was reserved for me.

That moment marked a turning point. It was the beginning of me becoming the woman who would write these words.

Because now, I don’t care about the tables of man.
The more I walk with Him, the more I know:
If I were offered a seat at those tables today,
I’d likely decline.

For I have found my place at the Father’s table—
and that’s where I belong.

Reflection

True belonging isn’t about fitting in—it’s about being chosen.
The Father’s table is never crowded, never exclusive, and never closed.
There’s a seat with your name on it, waiting for you to rest, be seen, and be known.