Pick me

Part of my two-week track of reading about men in the Old Testament, this morning I read Isaiah 6, the story on how God calls the prophet Isaiah to profess to His people.  On verse 8, God asks, "Whom shall I send?".  Isaiah replies, "Here I am. Send me!"

I've been feeling like that a lot recently.  Like this kid in line of a kick ball game, feeling and saying to God, "Pick me! Pick me! Let me be your chosen one!"  I feel foolish and inadequate and a loner.  But maybe that's the devil talking...

I shut the Bible and prayed.  I asked God, "Pick me, God, let me do Your will.  Don't pass over me.  Let me understand my role.  I pray for patience and humility."

After a pause of silence.  I heard two words I believe that came from Him:

"Pick me."

...

Sigh.

Amen.