The recess bell rings. Tommy brought a brand new soccer ball. Everyone rushes to the field, and waits for him to choose.
You found the perfect tie. You spent hours getting your hair to stay that high. You walk in, find your side and then you wait for someone to make that long walk across the gym.
You missed every recital. Every little league game. Every anniversary. You ate, breathed, and slept that account for 3 long years. You nailed it. That promotion is in the bag, right?
Cleaning, cooking, mending. Nurse, taxi, teacher, playmate, chef, maid, party planner, ATM, shoulder, cheerleader. You did all that was needed, whenever it was needed, with whatever you had. Surely they’ll come spend an hour with you at Christmas.
The humanity in us despises waiting to be chosen. It makes us so vulnerable and unsure. Regardless of what we are waiting to be chosen for, by 10 seconds in we just want someone to tell us we are enough.
Likewise, not very many people want to do the choosing. The stress is paramount. The possibility of damaging relationships is inevitable. All eyes are on you. It will be your reputation tied to this decision forever.
We spend far too much time trying to position ourselves to be chosen. We say yes when we want to say no. We lose part of our uniqueness in order to fit in. We measure ourselves by other people’s standards.
I’ll tell you a secret: It’s a lie.
One of the hardest things to wrap our minds around is that we could be chosen simply because we are. That true love has no conditions, it does not depend on what we’ve done or made ourselves to be. That all the things about yourself you try so hard to deny- those are what make you the perfect candidate for first pick.
I think that has to be one of my very favourite things about being a Christian. The fact that God chose me before I even knew me. Before I had a chance to stand in front of a mirror and wish away my ‘flaws’; before I had a chance to feel un-worthy; before I ever wanted to be like someone else- I was already chosen.
So much freedom comes with knowing I did not earn my keys to the kingdom, they are a gift. I could not earn them. I cannot lose them. I was chosen to receive them before I even began.