I’ve never actually been asked which child was my favorite. I could have children with deplorable curiosity. But I am pretty sure it has more to do with always having each of them be my favorite. It was easy, “You are my very favorite Cale!” …my favorite Jessie, my favorite Ry… Well, at least it worked until we had two children who had the same name! God has a sense of humor!
As they got older they became each others’ favorites. Now it goes… “Oh, my favorite sister who is older than me with different color hair than me!” “Oh my favorite brother with the same color hair as me.” Distinctions have become key.
As I have gotten to be Mom to well over a dozen children, I find it’s the distinctions that do allow me to find my favorites. Everyone has a special part. Something to be cherished, appreciated, encouraged and adored. And I love to find it!
God is just like that. He spent precious time designing a special part for every single person. Before we were even known to be He was planning, designing and creating that special part of each of us. He spent time pondering my future. He looked forward to the day I would say “Yes!” to Him. He saw my tears and fits of laughter. He saw the day I met my husband and feel so deeply in love with the man I SHOULD NOT have (oh, a great story for another day). He saw me inside and out. And He loved me. I became His favorite.
When I can’t figure out what on earth I am doing, I can look at those favorites of mine around me and remember I have distinctions too. I am someone’s favorite! I am the favorite of the One who truly matters.
And so are you!
“Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.”
Psalms 139:14-16 NLT
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