Saturday, March 7, 2015

Pick me! Please pick me!

The following is from a post I wrote 4 years ago...but the theme seems to be one that is running through my days lately, so I'm sharing it once again.
I was flipping channels last night, desperately looking for something worth watching and I came across one of those reality shows where they are doing challenges and playing strategies. By the end of the first episode, it was becoming quite evident who wasn't really "wanted" and would be the first to be voted off. I cringed. Visions of elementary school kick-ball came back to haunt me. There I was, standing and hoping that someone would pick me.....please. Don't make me be last to be chosen.
To be honest, I'm not sure I'd have picked me back then either. I was so convinced I couldn't really do anything that it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. I wasn't that athletic, and thanks to being the child of a teacher, I also wasn't Miss Popular. That's not fair.....I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been Miss Popular no matter what my mom did for a living. Like I said, I wasn't really a candidate to be picked for anything other than teacher's pet. I was a stickler for obeying the rules and being "good". I just wasn't really "good" at anything. If I was on one of those reality shows, I'd be a shoe-in to be voted off in the first episode.
That's why I am so overwhelmed that I was finally chosen. Someone actually picked ME! For a while, I was overwhelmed with excitement! I felt like I could take on the world because I was chosen!
Of course, reality has a way of deflating a person's happiness balloon.....sort of like those reality shows find a way to show your most embarrassing moments and highlight your inadequacies - right before voting you off the show. I battled the feeling that it was only a matter of time before I would be "found out" and voted off the team.....
Thankfully, this isn't a reality show..... it's reality. I was chosen - in spite of myself. I was chosen by the King! Eph. 1:4 (Amp.)"Even as [in His love] He chose us [actually picked us out for Himself as His own] in Christ before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy (consecrated and set apart for Him) and blameless in His sight, even above reproach, before Him in love."
There is a song by the David Crowder band that causes me to catch my breath every time I hear it. One verse says,"You make everything glorious and I am Yours. What does that make me?"

Who am I to argue with the one who created the world and all that is in it? He picked me? He won't vote me off when He figures out my flaws? Can this really be true?

The longing of every woman's heart is to be chosen - picked....not left standing against the wall, hoping to be asked to at some bad Jr. High Sock Hop. Okay, now I'm re-living days I'd MUCH rather forget. 

I know I'm not the only one crying out in my heart, "Pick me!" We all want to be chosen....we want to take part in something greater than ourselves. We want to know that we are wanted. The good news is that He does want us...just the way we are.

My prayer is that each person reading this will hear the one who calls to your heart and says, "I have chosen you." He is calling....don't be afraid to say, "Here I am, please pick me."

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