not me

I have come to grips with the fact of not being chosen... again. This concept is new to me because I was never the last one picked on the playground, for the kickball team, or to run a relay. For some reason I'm not picked when it comes to relationships. I know!? I'm nice. I can have a good time. Easy going. Not very demanding and very low maintenance. Not scared to try new things and fail or ask for help. So... here I am un chosen but strangely enough content. Not upset. Not hurt. But at peace. Because Faith is resting in the fact of knowing sometimes what I want isn't best but waiting for what God wants is. Not chosen is pretty good.