After an entire childhood of being the odd one out, I was sought after. I was thrilled to be wanted. Too thrilled. It became all that I was.
I don’t remember when I stopped clinging to those yellowed letters of acceptance. They never really offered anything but flimsy paper. The real offer came on other paper, also yellowed and worn with time, dripping with the voice of the Spirit.
“You are chosen. You are God’s very own possession. Once you had no identity . . . now you are God’s.”
This week, I’m over at The Glorious Table talking about college applications, acceptance, and hanging on to affirmations that we don’t need. Join me here, won’t you? While you’re there, check out some of the other great writing from people I’m blessed to call friends.