Mar 10
25
Faaaaavorites!
So, I have this friend. Her name is “Favorite.” Okay, that’s not her real name, but it’s what I call her. In fact, she calls me “Favorite” too. I can’t even remember the last time I called her by her actual first name (haha!).
And also, I have this long-running joke with several of my friends and family about being God’s favorite. And you see, I don’t have to feel bad about saying that because God is limitless, and can have as many favorites as He wants, so my being His favorite doesn’t mean I’m any better than anyone else. Make sense?
You know how I know that I’m my friend’s favorite? ‘Cause she tells me so every time I see her. It’s awesome, and I know I can always count on her to say something nice about me. I can’t tell you how many times her positivity and support have brightened my day when I really needed it.
And you know how I know I’m God’s favorite (well, one of them, anyway)? Because He tells me, or rather shows me, all the time! Every day! Like today, I had to go to the post office because I needed something postmarked today, and I didn’t really want to go because my favorite postal worker had moved to another office. I was afraid I was going to have to talk to the other dude who isn’t nearly as nice, and that he was going to fuss at me and treat me unkindly. But, I got my stuff and drove over there, bracing myself for the possible unpleasantness. I walked in and, guess what! My favorite postal worker was back!!!! And even through waiting in line, I was in the right spot and got to work with my favorite guy. He took care of me.
Yeah, he took care of me because Somebody else took care of me. I’m telling you, I must be His favorite or something 
