Yesterday my kids were playing a game they named “Moving
Day.” Each room was a place... Virginia, North Carolina, Cambodia, Texas... and
they would pack their “suitcase” (a blanket they wrapped stuff in) and move to
each place, visiting their best friends at each destination.
That disturbed me for so many reasons, namely being that
they are only 4 and 6 and yet have so many places to move to, but I had to
laugh about one part of it. The best
friends. Stephen actually makes fun of
me all the time for referring to my “best friend in Texas” or my “best friend
in Cambodia.” He’s just so literal and
points out that the “best” can only be the best. Just one.
Well, I wholeheartedly disagree, and I think it's perfectly fine to have a best friend from each
state we've ever lived in. In fact, in
Texas, I’m starting to break it down to cities.
And because of the military, many of these friends move a lot, too, and
now I even have best friends in states I've never lived in, like Arkansas and
Washington and California (hi ladies!)
So you can see why I had to laugh at “Moving Day.” Well, it was
that or focus on their poor little transient lives!
So I set my attention on the laughter.
God used it to bring to mind the passage I shared about this
past weekend at a women’s retreat. I
love the verse that says “For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus so we
can do the good things he planned for us long ago.” (Ephesians 2:10)
I shared about that verse because it played a major part in
my agreeing to go to Cambodia, and thus truly and irreversibly changed my life
forever. Isn't it beautiful to think
about ourselves as God’s absolute best work?
And what artist doesn't choose the masterpiece as their favorite? We had
to do nothing to be his favorite? He
just made us that way.
Back to the kids... one of them asked me once which one was
my favorite. You know how that goes,
parents! You can’t choose a favorite
child! You love them both. The easy answer would have been to tell them
that neither is my favorite. But instead
I said they were BOTH my favorite.
And while I do feel a need to specify which place each of my favorite friends
come from, showing that none of them are truly named best of the "bests," I never have to specify with my kids. They can both be, at the same moment, in the
same place, my favorite.
Because they are both God’s favorite.
I love that. Our God
created every single living thing on this planet. And he loves all of it.
But he loves Parker the best.
And Jack the best.
But he loves Parker the best.
And Jack the best.
And me.
And you.
I talked about us being his masterpiece this past weekend
and since I'm done with my "speech," you'd think I'd be finished thinking about it. But instead, new verses keep popping in my reading about just how much He loves us.
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Ths 1:4 “... you are loved by God and chosen.”
“Your love, O LORD, reaches to the heavens, your
faithfulness to the skies.” Psalm 36:5
And I LOVE this one:
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine
or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written: "For your sake we face
death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered." No, in
all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am
convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the
present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything
else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is
in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Rom 8:35-39
Jer. 31:3
“...I have loved you with an everlasting love... “
And, of course:
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only
Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John
3:16
He loves us
so much. I want to say I could give up
my child for Him, but I’m a selfish human being who probably couldn't Not my favorite son! Or my other favorite son! But He did.
His love is everlasting, and sacrificial, and more powerful than
anything in all of creation, and can do immeasurably more than I can ask or
imagine, and I can’t be separated from it.
I’m chosen.
I’m his masterpiece.
I’m his favorite.
I don’t know
what you think about that, but when I remind myself that I’m God’s favorite, it
makes me want to give Him more.... of my faith, of my time, of my love... more of me.
"This is the
day that the Lord hath made. Let us
rejoice and be glad in it." (Ps 118:24)
Because we
are all His favorite.