Chosen...Or Not
This is one of those blogs that I've tried to write in my head for awhile now and either the words don't come at all or they do but I fear looking/sounding like a loser! How's that for an opener?! Chosen. Such a loaded word. Remember as a kid when you were picked first for a team? Or a friend chose you to be their partner for a project or to sit by on the bus? What about those all important birthday parties where, as kids, being chosen to get an invitation was a huge deal. Of course it was equally as crushing when everyone else got invitations but you didn't. Or you were the very last one picked for a team during a game of dodge ball. I remember being in middle school and getting an invite to one girl's birthday party only to have her ask for it back on the bus on the way to a volleyball game. Ouch. I still remember the sting of that one. Why does it matter so much that we are chosen and why does it hurt so much when we're not? When I first became a Christia