I'm a daughter, granddaughter & niece of pastors. I love God & studying the Bible and want to empower others to do the same.
You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last...-John 15:16
I didn’t choose my eye color. I wanted blue eyes. They are brown. I didn’t choose my hair color or natural tendency to curl. I wanted light blonde straight hair. It is curly and brown with streaks of gray now running through it. I used to run in elementary school, faster than any other child. When puberty arrived, it brought asthma that makes running for more than half a block impossible with my weak lungs. But I can jog. I didn’t choose my parents, though I love them very much. I can choose how much I weigh by how much and what I eat, and exercise, and the types I do, but I didn’t choose this natural pear shape to my body. I didn’t choose my weird sense of humor, or natural talents, or love languages, or spiritual gifts, or personality traits.
I probably wouldn’t have chosen most of these, were the choice mine, but this is irrelevant. Just like fixating on these things that cannot be changed or wishing they could be is irrelevant and a waste of time. Because God chose me. He chose all of me. There is a reason I have brown eyes instead of blue, and a pointy, freckled nose instead of a flat one like my beloved Cuban grandmother (or her naturally hairless arms and legs!), and I sing contralto instead of soprano, and I am an INTJ instead of an extrovert.
There is a reason for each thing I am and have that I did not choose. Even my own negative bent, my temptations, have a purpose. God does not tempt me, but He allows me to be, while also giving me the power to resist. I think He often chooses the things I endure to give me a story, a testimony, to help others I come across. Some are small trials, and some are excruciating, but all things I cannot control have purpose. This verse tells us what it is: so we can bear fruit.
If we remain in Him, the Vine, and allow Him to prune us, and use us, and mold us how He wills, we can bear beautiful, ripe, sweet fruit that is healthy to ourselves and others. What difference does it make if we are pears or apples or figs or strawberries? We didn't choose it, and bemoaning not being what we would prefer, or what social media or magazines say we should be is a complete and utter waste of time! Throw them out! Remove anything that tells you God made a mistake. He didn’t! “Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, "You did not make me"? Can the pot say to the potter, "You know nothing’?” (Is. 29:16). No! In fact, He knows EVERYTHING! HE knows the exact reasons why we each have our particular bodies, personalities, proclivities, families, and even the ways we are tempted. “The LORD has made everything for His purpose—even the wicked for the day of disaster.” (Prov. 16:4)
It doesn’t make sense to me most days why I am the way I am, but it DOESN”T MATTER! Asking why is asking the WRONG question. The right one is, “How can I bear fruit?” Or “How can God use me, as I am?” Or we could try being thankful for each individual characteristic He has graciously and wisely given us. I will be thankful that I didn’t choose me, any of me, but I WAS CHOSEN, by the all-wise Creator of the universe who makes no mistakes, Who has made me for a purpose, Who wants to help me bear fruit, for myself and for others.
"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart…” -Jeremiah 1:5 NIV
For more verses about being chosen, read Isaiah 42, Deut. 7:7-8 or 10:15, 2 Thess. 2:13
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