One of His Favorites

One of His Favorites…

It’s 7:00 p.m. and I lay on quilted bedding with my girls. We speak about what God is doing in the lives of our friends who are both physically and spiritually poor. Excitement sprinkles over my words like candy on cupcakes as I describe God’s activity in our downtown ministry. My youngest perks up. She uses her fingers to make air quotes around the words, “You’re one of God’s favorites, mama!” We knee-slap a giggle but somehow it sticks. God knew I needed reminding, especially tonight.

Reminded I am…

One of HIS favorites;

Lavished with HIS love;

Soaked with HIS Spirit.

But isn’t this what He wants all of his children to feel all of the time? Each one cherished, each one knowing they are, “one of his favorites.” How would life change for us if we believed this? What if we treated each person that approached us as one of God’s favorites? How might our actions change?

I carry it with me.

The phone rings. An emergency I am not prepared to hear. There are children left alone, homeless, and no place to go. They are children of a family we minister to. I think of them as God’s favorite and I say, “Yes I’ll be there.”

I plead and cry and hope, God, in His sovereign kindness will graciously meet everyone’s needs tonight (especially since my husband is out of town).

We hop in the car and enter pitch black. God speaks as we go. He says ~ I know how you hurt for these children. I hurt for them more. In the world you will have trouble but take heart I have overcome the world (see John 16:33). Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, and faithful in prayer. Continue to care for the orphan and extend hospitality to the needy and I promise to take care of the rest (see Rom. 12:11-13).

We pull in next to sirens, police cars, and child protective services. My car busts at the seams as I load them up. I have no idea what’s going to happen. I don’t think I can do this, but my trust is in HIM so I keep going. I feel like Jehoshaphat on the battlefield when he cried out, “God I don’t know what’s going to happen, but my eyes are on you.”

And my eyes are… on Him.

I might not know what’s going to happen but I know what I’m going to do ~ take care of those God has placed in front of me. I will bathe them, clothe them, nurse them back to health. I will live day by day, one moment at a time because this moment is all I am promised.

As I look back over the night, I realize something. There is such purpose in the pain, even when lines are still blurry. Our extravagant Father didn’t just want to provide for these children, He wanted to provide for the parents to. He didn’t just want the children to come to know Him, He wanted the entire family to come to know Him too.

Because this family, they are one of His favorites.


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This is just beautiful. Such wonderful reminders for us all… that we are one of His favorites, lavished with His love and soaked with His Spirit! I love that you live those truths out where we can all see Him in alive in you… especially those who really need it the most. I’ve said it before and it’s still completely true… I am so blessed by the way He’s using you.

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What a beautiful post and a perfect reminder. Especially love this: “What if we treated each person that approached us as one of God’s favorites?” So true!
God has gifted and equipped you with this ministry. May He bless you as you bless others 🙂

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