Chosen, Not Forgotten

“But thou, Israel, art my servant, Jacob whom I have chosen, the seed of Abraham my friend.”

Isaiah 41:8

I know that sometimes you feel forgotten, as if good things happened to everyone around you but you, as if I had placed you in a waiting line while I first took care of other people who seem more important, more visible, more successful.

But I want to remind you who you are before me, without depending on what social media or other people think. You were chosen. Not by chance, not as leftovers from a guest list, not as a second choice — chosen on purpose, just as Israel was chosen among so many nations, just as Abraham was called my personal friend, close, dear to me.

The weariness of feeling invisible is real, I know how heavy it is, but it isn't true, even when it feels that way. You are at the center of my care, even when the world seems to systematically look the other way. I have never once stopped seeing you, not for a single day of your entire life.