Even when I am chosen, I cannot always see it. When it doesn't go my way I exclaim, "I did not sign up for this." I blame myself for those events. I believe the lies that I am the only one who did not get it right, that is hurting in this life and that I am not good enough.
But that whisper comes when I am least expecting it. The lies shout and pummel me over and over with such force. But in the stillness and quiet the whisper speak over it if I let it. That is the whisper of God...
But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.
1 Peter 2:9
I don't always believe it...sometimes in that moment I hear the whisper I can believe it. Then I am tossed back out into this world and it is so loud.
So I retreat to the quiet so I can hear it again.
...fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. Isaiah 43:1
It seems so simple yet I often forget what it means to be chosen, to be His. How can I sit an abide in this? That I have been chosen by Him. Even when I feel like I am drowning, when the dark seems longer than light and even when life seems to crumble before me and especially when my own actions are sinful. He still chose me.
I don't have to prove myself over and over again...even when I fail or I hurt...He chose me long, long ago...He's invited me. Even if I don't RSVP.