Chosen
/It’s no secret that I’ve struggled with singleness over the years. If I allowed it to be an embarrassment, I’d walk around with my head hung in shame but I’m thankful for singleness in a lot of ways. Last weekend I had an epiphany of sorts and it was rather overdue but it finally happened nonetheless.
In the 80’s, when children were put up for adoption, most information surrounding reasons and health history weren’t required. As a child, I looked at being adopted as being unwanted. Couldn’t remotely tell you why because I grew up in the best family and am so thankful I never have to wonder what life would be like outside of being a Godwin. My word I love them and can’t adequately express the depths of gratitude for never giving up on me, even when I wanted (or tried) to give up on myself.
Looking back, I think the feelings of fear regarding being unwanted stemmed from lies I chose to believe. My family assured me that I was chosen. Even in scripture it’s stated that we are chosen by our Creator. 1 Peter 2:9 says, “But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.”
I’ve never been the woman guys fawn over and at times that has been incredibly discouraging because I’d like to be someone’s first choice, not their convenience or the funny friend. The epiphany I had last weekend was the fact that I’m already chosen. Christ chooses me. My family chooses me. My friends choose me. To top it all off, I have the joy of talking to and loving on strangers anywhere I go. From local restaurants, to Russia, to Haiti, and a random lunch in Dahlonega.
To end this piece, just know you’re seen where you are. You’re chosen, even when you don’t feel like it. Here’s to April and the beauty of being chosen!
