A few years ago, our youngest was feeling unimportant. I was putting him to bed and he just didn’t seem like his normal cheerful self. So I asked him about it and he just wasn’t feeling all that great about himself. Nothing horrible or bad, just feeling bad that he wasn’t like the other kids that he knew. I decided to tell him a bedtime story. I don’t remember the details of the story, but it went something like this…
“Your dad and I were thinking that we wanted to have another child, you know, someone for your older brother to play with. We made a list of everything that we wanted that child to be: caring, huggable, and having a heart for God. So we took our list to God’s store for children and He showed us an entire room of children to choose from. We looked and we looked. We wanted the perfect child for our family. And you know what? We found you! Out of all of the children in the entire world, we chose you! And to this day, you are still our favorite ___ year old.”
I can still see how his face lit up when I got to the end of that story. His face gleamed and his heart was full. He needed to know that he is someone special because he’s a part of our family and, more importantly, a part of God’s family. We still tell him that he’s our favorite ___ year old (we just fill in the blank with his age). We always make sure that he knows that his older brother is our favorite ___ year old and that we CAN have 2 favorites. God makes Mommy’s and Daddy’s hearts so that we can have more than one favorites, but that they are both special and unique.
Isn’t that what we all need? Don’t we all need to know that we would be chosen by someone? Don’t we want to know that we’re someone’s favorite?
You did not choose Me but I chose you, and appointed you that you would go and bear fruit, and that your fruit would remain, so that whatever you ask of the Father in My name He may give to you.