Pick me, pick me!
As I sit in the warming sun I’m watching butterflies flit from one flower to another tasting their sweet nectar. We have a garden filled with zinnias so it has become a butterfly buffet to them. I wonder how they choose – they have so many to pick from. Do they have a favorite color? Do zinnias have varying flavors? Those may be silly questions, but I truly wonder. How to they pick? Do the zinnias send out biochemical signals advertising – Pick me, pick me!
How about you? Have you ever been on the sidelines with your hand raised shouting pick me, pick me! Or, have you ever been the last one standing when teams chose sides on the playground? How about being passed over for that promotion or new job? We won’t even go into the painful emotions about prom selection!
Regardless if you’ve ever been passed by, passed over, or passed up, I have good news, friends… “you are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God’s very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light.”
