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You’re My Favourite

I remember my daughters (I don’t think it ever occurred to my son to ask this question) asking me more than once over the years, “Mom, who’s your favourite?” I’m not sure if they really expected an answer or if they asked in jest but I can tell you that I always answered that question with, “I don’t have a favourite. I love you all.” I can honestly say that it never went through my mind that I had a favourite child. Two girls and a boy – all so different from each other, all with their own obvious strengths and weaknesses. I really enjoyed staying home full time for sixteen years and watching each of them grow up into very different people.

I didn’t have a favourite.

When we were young, my brothers and I lived with our mother and grandparents for a few years after my parents divorced and I remember comments thrown around the house like, “Paul’s the smartest, Brad’s the cutest and Diane? Well, she’s the girl in the middle.” Over the past three years, I have been reflecting on and processing many childhood memories and I realize that these kinds of comments wounded me. Most likely, it’s the very reason why I became an athlete – I couldn’t compete with my brothers so I created my own lane . . . so I could get some attention.

Recently, I was sharing my feelings with a friend during a particularly painful time and in the midst of our conversation, she lovingly pointed out, “Diane, you know that you’re His favourite.” This comment also stayed with me. So comforting and reassuring in that moment. I believed my friend’s words. Our great God can do that – He has no favourites and yet, each one of His children is His favourite. This is part of His mystery and majesty. He’s here, delighting in me and delighting in you with nonjudgmental, unconditional love.

“He left His Father’s throne above—
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For, O my God, it found out me!

Amazing love. How can it be? That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me.”  ~And Can It Be? Charles Wesley

See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. Isaiah 49.16


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