At a writers conference some years ago, I met this beautiful, bubbly young lady. She came to the dinner table one evening overflowing with all the good things that had happened to her that day. She recounted them gleefully and capped her remarks saying “It’s all because I’m God’s favorite.”
As each person at the table told something good that happened that day, she’d respond to them with “It’s because you’re God’s favorite.”
It’s difficult for us to realize that God loves each of his children as if that child were the proverbially spoiled “only” child. But he does, and each of us is that only child.
When things happen in our lives, let us remind ourselves that we are God’s favorite.