I did not choose to be born. Someone made that decision for me. And for the time that I have been alive I am forever grateful.
I will most likely not decide when or where or how I will die. That time will come and it will not be of my choosing. And I look forward to that moment with excitement for it what came before is any indication, I am truly excited about what else will follow after.
In between my birth and my death, there have been many events I never expected not chose to be in, many people who came my way without me seeking them out, many places I have been to I never ever imagined I would be in. And I look back in amazement in deep gratitude and humility.
“It was not you who chose me, but I who chose you.” I do have my freedom and I have often gone against the grain, went against the flow, done the opposite of what people expected of me. But through it all – successes and failures, triumphs and disasters, laughter and tears – there is One who always chooses the good and the best for me, who chooses me even when I wouldn’t. For that, I am forever grateful.