Five Minute Friday: Last

It's that time again. Joining in with Five Minute Friday over at Lisa-Jo Baker's blog. Five minutes of writing on a given word. No overthinking or major editing. Just sharing what comes in those five minutes of writing. This week's word is "last."



It was that time again.

Her least favourite time of all.

They were picking teams for kickball on the playground.

"Please don't let me be the last one picked again." She prayed silently. No one wants to be the last one left.

She was always the last one chosen. And it always made her feel like she wasn't valued. Like nobody cared if she was there or not.

She was waiting for the team captains to choose who they wanted. The number of people standing with her slowly dwindled. Until that dreaded moment . . .

Only two people were left. Her and another girl. Neither of them wanted to be the last one left. Being the last one left means you weren't really chosen. The team you ended up on was really just stuck with you.

Like usual she was the last one left. Everyone else was chosen. She was just the last person left behind that one team got stuck with.

Later that day as she was walking home, she was down about always being the last one left. Maybe she just wouldn't even try to play next time they were picking teams. It might be easier to just avoid that situation altogether.

But as she walked, she heard a voice speak inside her heart. "They may not have chosen you. But I did."

She knew that all from Sunday school. She had heard it all before. But this was the first time it was personal. The first time she knew it was being said to her.

God was speaking to her. God was bringing healing to her heart. In His world, she wasn't last. In His eyes, she wasn't the last one loved or chosen. He wasn't stuck with her. He chose her first. That was a game-changer.