One of the most empowering feelings ever is knowing that you were chosen for something.
No, not like a lottery win, not a prize of acknowledgement for hard work… but actually being named, called out and chosen.
Goosebumps from behind the keyboard here. I think it’s what dreams are made of.
Over the course of our lives, we will also be choosers…those who will choose people, places, things. We also feel the responsibility to choose well, especially when there is no discernible “right” option. Or is there? Making decisions is difficult when all options are good options. Does cowardice force you into a stalemate or make you choose both options?
Even more intense is this: Now what if you have to choose between two negative or neutral options with undetermined endings?
My question is this: What helps you make that choice?
“Train your eye to discern that which is of true worth, and let it not escape you.”
[Frances J. Roberts]
Sometimes I know who a painting is for before I start, while other times I do not. I finished one last night and it wasn’t until this morning that I knew who it was for. That’s like a whole
5648 hours of not knowing!
The less I knew, the more my mind spun with options…maybe him…he’s going through a challenging time…maybe her…she could use some encouragement. Choices. Were any of them inherently BAD choices? Could giving a painting away ever be a bad thing?
No, I suppose not. But we do acknowledge the DESIRE to be chosen for something, so then it is worth waiting for. I repeat: waiting is indeed involved. As is often becoming the case, I finally knew who it was for because I was moved to prayerful sobs as I began working through the painting’s prophetic message…
Any number of choices can have a good result. But when you want to partner with God in finding the “CHOSEN” choice…wait for it.