Chosen by God




When we know we are chosen by God, we live differently. God chose us because of His love for us. When we become confident that we are loved by God, it makes it easier to put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience.

Through several years of my life, I had a hard time accepting God's love for me due to the deep wounds that left a hole in my heart from being sexually abused as a child. Because I struggled believing God loved me and chose me through what Satan intended for evil in my life, I in return searched for love and acceptance in so many wrong places. This search led to destruction in my life because no one can fill that hole that only God can fill.


Through counseling, prayers, and support from family and friends, I came to experience a new understanding of the Father's love for me. Through Bible study, worship and living in community with godly believers, I came to know in a deep way about His great love for me and I believed in my heart that I was chosen despite my past.


This experience set me free in so many ways. When we know we are loved by God, the One who created us for a purpose and knows all about us, it changes us. I continue to embrace the Father’s love for me and live like I am chosen. When we live like we are chosen, it not only changes us but can impact those around us.


We are chosen by God and for God. It absolutely blows my mind that before God even created the world, He had you in mind. Until we understand that we are important to God and that we are designed for His purpose and His glory, our lives will not make sense.


We are chosen and set apart by God to live holy lives, clothing ourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. We can only do this with the strength that God gives us. Sometimes wearing these character qualities every day is not easy, but I choose them. As I choose these qualities, day by day, they become more and more natural to me. When I choose not to put on some of these characteristics of Christ, I fail miserably at loving those around me.

Too often, we miss opportunities to shine our lights for Christ. We get too caught up in our stuff, not paying attention to the broken and lost people around us. We are chosen by God for others to come to know Him. Your life, your testimony, may be the only one that someone sees today, and could possibly lead them to Jesus.

Looking to Christ After a Miscarriage


On a Friday evening in September, I showed my husband my positive pregnancy test I had taken. Words cannot describe how overwhelmed we were by God’s love and faithfulness. Even though I wasn’t far along, we decided to go ahead and tell our family and friends about our little blessing that would arrive in June 2017. We wanted everyone to rejoice with us while we rejoiced.

From the moment I had found out I was pregnant; I became anxious to meet the little baby who the Lord had blessed us with. I couldn’t wait to be able to hold him or her in my arms and to kiss his or her little face. I had already been sharing names with my husband, and was so eager to find out if it was a boy or girl. We grew to love our baby more and more each day.

At my first appointment, my husband and I were excited to hear our baby’s heartbeat and to get our first picture of our little one. During the sonogram, we heard the words that we didn’t want to hear, “I don’t hear a heartbeat.” The room was silent, and my heart sank realizing we may have lost our baby. The doctor wanted us to come back three days later to see if there had been any changes to either me or the baby. I was eight weeks pregnant, and at the next appointment it was confirmed that my baby’s heart was no longer beating. Soon after the doctor visit, I experienced the physical part my body was going through of passing our child.

That whole week was a blur as we mourned the loss of our little one. My heart was broken with tears streaming for a baby that caused me so much joy in such a short time, that I would never get to hold. Many people had been praying for us during that week, and as much as we wanted people to rejoice when we found out I was pregnant, we also wanted people to mourn with us of the loss of baby June Bug. My husband came up with that precious name since our little one was supposed to born in June.

Weeks have gone by and even though my heart still aches; I’m grateful that God hears my cries, and that He is patient and compassionate with my hurting heart. He chose me to be the mother of my child for eight weeks. He chose for my husband and I to learn to walk together through this storm. God chose for us to walk through sorrow together, and to proclaim His greatness even through our pain.


I am thankful that we have a God who walks alongside us far beyond the meals, sympathy cards, and words of encouragement stop. I praise Him for being a God who is close to the broken hearted, and that we can hold tightly to Him without wavering to the hope we affirm, for God can be trusted to keep His promises. God sees our heartache and is able to heal, comfort, strengthen and give again in His own perfect timing and way. My prayer is that God will continue to fill my husband and I completely with joy and peace because we trust in Him. That His unfailing love would surround us for our hope is in Him alone.