Being Picky with Strawberries

On Friday as I was picking strawberries from the platter at the Christians on Campus meeting,

I was being picky.

I would pick strawberries that were dark red, or some that were vivid red-which made them look sweet, delicious, and Fresh!!

As I was carrying on my task of picking and eating the most delicious strawberries, according to my judgment, I informed Mary Linn how picky I was being with the strawberries. She answered me by saying, “that is how God was when He picked us, He said, ‘I want you, you, and you’.”

WoW! What a revelation! Even when I knew I had been chosen by God, by using the example of me being picky with the strawberries, this became real to me. Yes! I

He picked me!!!! He chose me to be His child!!!

Even when He knew I was full of sins and blemishes, and imperfections,

Still when He knew of all the mistakes and stupidities that I would make,

Although He knew the foolish I would be,

HE PICKED ME!!!

He knew all the things I would do, that would separate me from Him.

B-U-T He found a way for me to be with Him.

He gave His son to come to this world so He could become a living sacrifice and propitiation for my sins.

He mad e His blood cover and wash my sins, so I could start anew with Him.

Oh Lord! Thank you for that gift! Thank you for choosing me!

And as He picked me, He also picked YOU!!!! Just Believe in Him and AcCept Him as your Heavenly Father. He is waiting for you to realize that YOU have been CHOSEN by Him!!

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations." Jeremiah 1.5

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