Do y’all still have dreams about being in school? I do. Sometimes I forget my homework, sometimes I am half dressed and sometimes I have forgotten to show up for months.

Generally they are about being unprepared.

Last night I had a dream that I was back in school with a class of adults. The teacher chose leaders who then picked teams to do a group project.

Nobody picked me. My friend didn’t even pick me. I was hurt and a little angry. By the end I was the only one left and couldn’t figure out which team was short one person, so I didn’t end up on anybody’s team.

NOT CHOSEN.

That has been the tagline of my life (as far as my belief system goes, anyway). It’s also the area that God has been speaking into in various ways. It comes in times when I’m alone and listening and it comes through others in really fun ways, without them even realizing.

He says, “Do you notice that I choose you? Did you see what I just did there? Did you notice me noticing you? Don’t miss it. I choose you. You are chosen.”

I want to plaster it everywhere so I can be reminded. It makes no difference whether people choose me, like me or think I’m valuable. It doesn’t mean it’s not painful, but this life is so short; it’s temporary.

I am chosen and loved by the Creator of the universe and He has good things for me.

I am not chosen.

Lord , you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.

Psalm 16:5-6, 11 NIV