It’s 4:42 am and I’ve been awake for an hour and forty minutes. My mind is planning, thinking, wishing, fearing, and running. All things it somehow couldn’t resist doing at this hour.My brain forgets this is the time where it is supposed to stop running and rest for a bit. I guess it can be stubborn too. So much goes through my head at this hour. I think of all the things I haven’t done yet, everything I will still procrastinate tomorrow; everything I could never accomplish; and lately, everything I’m not. Somehow fear seeps in, unnoticed, and plays tricks on me. Fear likes to tell me everything I’m not. I hate that my mind is eager to listen at 4:48 in the morning.
I guess early mornings bring honesty, the kind you really want to hate. The honest feelings you alleviate during the day, but in your stillness they’re effervescent. My honest feeling is that I don’t feel chosen. I constantly battle the thought that, I am the exception, to this or that. That although freedom and healing happened for the woman next to me…I’m positive it will skipover me without a second glance. I assume I’m not chosen for that promise. I overlook the fact that some part of me knows I have a choice to choose where my life is going, but that thought gets overwhelmed in one breath. How do we activate our ‘choice muscle’ when that skill has completely atrophied from lack of use? I guess (painfully) we get our butts into physical therapy and start the hard work of choosing. Choosing others.Choosing joy. Choosing life. Choosing to see that you have a choice in life. Choosing to be chosen.
While I recently chose to pursue a major life decision, I struggle daily with two clashing lives that vie for my attention and gaze. One is the current life I am living and one is the life I hope to live. I have become aware that I can’t get to the life I want by living the way I am now. It has become so obvious.They oppose each other and can’t co-exist. So I must choose.
To you, as a reader, this might sound crazy, however, I often think of my future children and what they will be like, particularly, my daughter. I have had dreams and visions of holding her and speaking life over her. One of the biggest desires in my heart is to be a momma and show my babies the love of Jesus. While driving one day it was extremely clear to me I would not have a life that included her if I chose to continue in my behaviors and thoughts the way they are now. It was her or my addictions. In that moment I was overwhelmed with love for her that permeated every facet of my fears and trampled over every lie. I vowed to never leave room for the enemy to tell her she isn’t chosen. I made a very raw, conscious, and truthfully painful choice to choose her despite not knowing her. Over every fear, lie, broken expectation, painful memory, and compulsion; I WILL CHOOSE HER.
Isn’t that what Jesus did for us? He didn’t know me, yet He chose me. He didn’t know you, yet He chose you. He had to make a choice; one that I can guarantee wasn’t easy. He chose the painful and conscious decision to die a torturous death so one day he could tell you and I… “I chose you before I knew you”.
“But you are not like that, for you are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God’s very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light.” 1 Peter 2:9
How majestic. How beautiful. How poetic is our God? It amazes me that He will use our dreams and desires to help us make a difficult choice a little bit nicer. He’s nice.
Because I have chosen to make a life-altering choice I will, one day, see a dream fulfilled. I have forever made a promise to a dream placed in my heart that, in the future, I will hold my baby girl and tell her over and over again how I chose her before I knew her.
As the sun is now rising, I am accepting that I am chosen. Today holds choices that I get to make and opportunities to walk toward my dream. It doesn’t mean the pain is less, burdens less heavy, or the choices easier, however, I can hold onto a promise that I know will be worth it. Baby girl, I’m choosing you. I choose life. I choose the future. I choose to trust God. One day at a time.