chosen

Remember when your PE teacher would announce

"We're going to split up into two teams.

Shane, you're a captain, 

and Dean you're a captain."

My heart would sink every time. 

I was never chosen first. Or second. 

I was always left standing in the 

"who cares, what's your name? I guess I'll take you" group.

It sunk me deeper into that sense of not belonging.

I felt lost. 

I felt rejected. 

I felt like every insecurity that I had was on display for everyone to see.

It was a terrible feeling.

I was reading the verses of Psalms 139 this morning 

being soothed by the words of a loving Father 

that chose me.

He chose me.

He chose me for this.

...all my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one began.

Ps. 139:16

There's so much peace in that, 

even though the storm rages on with no end in sight.

The God of the universe, 

created me to do something that 

only I can do

in this life.

And if it means I have to walk treacherous terrain to do it,

I'm in.

He chose me for it. It's what I was born to do. 

How can I not?

He makes beautiful things

He makes beautiful things out of the dust.*

lvb

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*Beautiful Things by Gungor