Chosen…we all want to be chosen. Who doesn’t remember the days of elementary gym class? I hear the word chosen and that is where my mind goes. I remember sitting on the sideline as two team captains stood in front of us. One by one, names were called. Students were chosen. The fastest, strongest students were chosen first. When they heard their name, they jumped up from their place, threw their hands up in the air and said ‘Yes!’ loud enough for everyone to hear. It was clear that being chosen felt good! On and on the choosing went until only the unchosen were left on the sideline. That was me. There was no jumping up, no hands raised, no loud response. Being last on the sideline did not get the same response as being chosen for a team! Being unchosen goes beyond the elementary gym. Many of us can identify because in the world, only a few qualify as …

We are His Priority

I just returned home from a trip to the desert.   We had a great adventure on the Arabian Peninsula last week, living in a tented building under the hot desert sun. The reserve we visited is a safe place for the oryx, a desert animal that is in danger of becoming extinct. We were taken on a safari drive and while the desert was huge, finding the oryx was easy.  There was a man made watering hole in the desert and that is where the oryx would spend quite a bit of time. Finding water is a priority in the desert, so the oryx position themselves close to the water supply. What a relationship we find between position and priority!