Is there anything greater than being a kid and getting chosen anywhere but last in the kickball line? There is, actually.
We are all chosen. All of us.
You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last—and so that whatever you ask in my name the Father will give you.
John 15:16 (NIV)
Personally, I think it’s pretty cool to be chosen for something great.
WHAT DOES ALL THIS MEAN? Well, I’ve been struggling lately. Thank goodness for this blog and those kiddos. What have I been struggling with? My current. Feeling like I am wanted, feeling like I am in the right place in the right role and at the right time. I’m struggling with patience. With my ethic. Frankly, with understanding why we are ‘Burghers and not Beachers.
It’s been a confusing, exhausting week, but this very week was in God’s plans for me and my family. It was appointed, and will be brought through because it’s what’s been given to me.
Quite the vague blog (I think that’s twice in as many days?!?!), but let me tell yinz. This mama (and her hubby and kiddos) could use a vacation sooner than our conference road trip week. BUT, even though it’s been extremely exhausting and full of all the questions and prayers, we accept it and are rolling with it. Perhaps….more to come!
While I sit here and look for inspiration and meaning, know I’ve found both in John 15:16…because I am (and YOU ARE) chosen.