No, Pick Me!
Somewhere in time, not too long ago, I applied for a
promotion. It reminded me of when as
kids we played on teams. We also wanted
to be picked, no one wanted to be last.
Well I was very small, so I hardly ever got picked first. When it did happen, I was overjoyed.
You would think this type of thing stops when you get older,
but it continues on. I went to a popular
game show once and waited in line all day. They picked contestants from the
crowd. I wanted to say, pick me, pick me
– but I was too mature for that and well, they didn’t pick me. Maybe I should have tried the pick me, pick
me chant.
When you are single and you see an attractive person across
the room, you want to say pick me. Many
girls may be vying for his attention, but you want him to pick you. I got picked twenty five years ago, so I
don’t have to worry about that one anymore.
Back to the position I applied for; I wanted to say – pick
me. But I didn’t, not professional
enough. I instead told them of all my
qualifications and all of my abilities and why I would be great at the
job. And guess what, they didn’t pick
me.
When others are selected for something before you, it’s kind
of disappointing. I know that deep down,
God always has a plan, but sometimes you want him to tell you the plan ahead of
time. Being turned down for the
promotion was a little disheartening. Of
course they always tell you it was a hard decision etc., but the end result is
someone else is doing what you planned on doing.
Being someone who is not picked, more than I am picked made
me a little depressed. Then I remembered
something.
16 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.
I have been chosen, before anyone else every had the chance
not to choose me, God chose me.
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