My grandson has just started preschool and he could not be more excited about school. I asked him what was his most favorite part of school was and he declared, “Everything!” He could barely pick one activity over another, because it is all so much fun to him. Crazy hair day, PJ day and superhero day have all occurred in the last few weeks with unbridled excitement, but nothing compared to what occurred this week. Well, this week his name was drawn from the class name bucket to be “Special Dolphin for the Day”. Incidentally, Dolphin is the name of his preschool class. So it’s a big deal to be the “Special Dolphin for a Day”. Lots of perks…. even for a novice 4 year old he grasps this concept. He gets to lead the class to the big flag pole, start the pledge, say a prayer, count each child in his class with a specially selected counting stick (his choice was a leopard spotted one), the premier spot in all the class in the special red chair; yes, right next to the teacher. (Just wait 12 years and that will change.) He gets to write the weather for the day on the chalkboard. And last but not least, he gets to be first in line for all recesses and lunch. It’s a really big deal for a 4 year old. Pretty much the lottery jackpot! In fact, as we FaceTimed he kept memorializing the moment his name selection transpired and that tomorrow was somehow going to be very, very special. I couldn’t help but celebrate with him. It was contagious. He kept telling his mommy as we FaceTimed that he could hardly believe it was him chosen, beaming with smiles over and over again.
I began to consider that not so many decades ago, my name was selected and placed in a book forever. The Lamb’s Book of Life. And there was unbridled excitement that couldn’t be contained as Jesus met me. I told everyone. Those I didn’t tell began to see the life changing excitement in me. I, too, have memorialized that moment in which He called me His and I gave my heart to Him “kit and kaboodle” (everything and more). I am forever changed. To be quit honest, slowly I began to recognize how special I was to Him. And inversely, how special He was to me. Perks I’d never knew existed. Love that transcended anything I’d ever known. I had yearned most of my life for love, hope, peace, grace and especially joy that had truly eluded me. The Lord took those empty places and needs in me that only He could fill and truly began a work in me.
Preschool for my grandson is just a few transforming hours a week. A most wonderful experience for him but I needed a 24-7 life change and that is what the Lord has done and is doing for me. I am immensely grateful. I am learning as life goes that being first in Jesus’ heart may call me to the back of the line, and it is often more sweet than the place of honor, but I’m not spoiling that for a precious 4 year old.
Oh, to have the privilege to come to my Savior and confess my sins and the unsurpassable freedom of His forgiveness. To ask for the strength to live out my faith, to be invited as first in line to pray for life, my husband, my family, friends and the things of this world with Jesus who is even closer to me than my grandson’s chair was to his teacher.
Oh, Holy Spirit my life is forever empowered because of you. On a great day or even a good day it is easy to recognize the goodness of God and to savor those times. But when life is downright hard and my name seems to be not the one drawn as “the special dolphin” and the pressures of this life weigh me down, it is easier to feel less favored but that is not the truth.
Oh, Lord your presence is ever palpable to me. Oh, to have peace in hard circumstances and to recognize it is because the Lord has given me peace is preference especially in the difficult times. Hope instilled in me when little good is remotely visible on the horizon is God’s big hug through the Holy Spirit.
Am I willing to share with others as did my grandson with excitement? It is contagious! Better yet, am I as enthusiastic to share His great mercies when it’s really tough? I am an ambassador.
My grandson could not wait for that next day with all this specialness. He could not help but gush over what was coming. Do I? I am a daughter of the King. The front of the line is my starting point with the Lord as a child of God. I don’t have to earn, or work, or pay off anyone for the privilege. With that understanding, my worth and value as His special one should soar!
I’ve been chosen. I, too, should yearn to sit in the special “red” chair next to Him each and everyday as I honor Him in praise and prayer.
So today, I’m choosing to recognize how special I am because of you, Jesus. I, also, choose the leopard spotted counting stick to count my many blessings. I choose to salute and say prayers to only You my King, and I will sit near to you in the special “red” chair offered me by the resurrecting sacrificial life blood of Jesus. I am a daughter of the King not just today, but forever more!!! Thank you, Jesus!! I can’t believe You chose me!!
But you are A CHOSEN RACE, A royal PRIESTHOOD, A HOLY NATION, A PEOPLE FOR God's OWN POSSESSION, so that you may proclaim the excellencies of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light.
1 Peter 2:9
-Written By Mary Maggard