Chosen

“Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth.

But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him.

 It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. Therefore, as it is written: ‘Let the one who boasts boast in the Lord.’” –1 Corinthians 1:26-31

         My dad sent me this verse this morning, and I read it before I even got out of bed. It honestly gave me the chills as I read it, because it's such a crazy thought to wrap my head around. Why would God ever choose me??? Yet the truth is that we’re only qualified to serve in God’s Kingdom because we’ve been chosen to serve in God’s Kingdom, not because of anything we’ve done or any human standards. With those thoughts in mind, I cranked this poem out today. Never, ever forget that even in your worst moments, you still have been made with a purpose and for a purpose. God wants to use you in His Kingdom--let that simple thought remind you just how much you are loved. 

Chosen

I’ve been chosen.

You chose me before I even knew I could be chosen.

Before I could walk,

You numbered my days.

You set a path before me,

You cleared the way.

You chose me before I even knew I could be chosen.

You chose me even when I was foolish.

Poor choices and mistake after mistake,

Yet You saw potential,

You offered me grace.

In my absence of wisdom, you still made a way.

You chose me even when I was foolish.

You chose me on my weakest day.

Wounded and crushed,

I was defeated and giving up.

Faithless and bruised,

But You still saw someone who could be used.

You chose me on my weakest day.

You chose me when my faith was small.

Disappointed and doubting,

My mind was racing with questions when You found me.

Yet You told me not to worry,

Because even a mustard seed could move the mountains before me.

You chose me when my faith was small.

You chose me out of ashes.

Sitting in guilt, shame, and sin,

Giving in to temptations over and over again.

But You threw out my sin,

And made me worthy and guiltless.

You chose me out of ashes.

You chose me when I didn’t choose You.

I lost sight of my priorities, and

Tossed Your Word aside.

I was caught up in idolatry,

Yet You still said, “You are mine.”

You chose me when I didn’t choose You.

I’ve been chosen.

I have never known a love like this.

So unconditional, so pure, and so relentless.

As I run away, You pull me back near You.

Even as I don’t consistently pursue You.
I’ve been chosen.
I am chosen.