Updated: May 19, 2018
Is it just me, or do you sometimes feel like you are once again that fourth grading waiting to be picked for the kickball team in gym class? I can remember pleading, "Ooh pick me, pick me!" The team captains, usually the best female and male athletes in the class, would always look over me to find the children they knew could kick far, run fast and catch the ball. I couldn't do any of those three things. Plus, I was short, chubby and wore glasses. I definitely was not the best choice for a member of a winning kickball team. In fact, I was the text book definition of a scrub, so I knew I would probably be picked as the last member of one of the teams. Nevertheless, I still pleaded for one of the captains to pick me.
When I was a senior in high school, I was pleading for a college to pick me. While I was in college, I was pleading for the sorority to pick me. After I graduated from law school, I was pleading for an employer to pick me. And while in my twenties and thirties, I spent a lot of time pleaded for a man to pick me to be his wife. The difference was that I was no longer a scrub. I no longer sought to be picked for a team I wasn't qualified to be a member. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was no longer a scrub. But I often I found myself pleading to people who saw me as a scrub, although I was a beautiful, intelligent and hardworking young woman.
Now, I am a year and a half shy of my fiftieth birthday, I haven't been picked to be a wife yet and I still would not be picked to be a member of a kickball team. That might be depressing if I didn't know the truth. The truth is that I have been chosen by God. He doesn't care if I am non-athletic, short or overweight. The Bible teaches in 1 Samuel 16:7, "For the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart." God doesn't even mind that I've sinned and will never be perfect. And because God has chosen me, I choose to be on Team God. Choosing Team God has made me see just how wonderful I truly am. I no longer have to plead for anyone to pick me.