I’m God’s Favorite

 I’m God’s favorite…

Do we have enemies? Yes. Why? We don’t back down. We’re Christian.

“Pray with me, but to play with me.”

“Try Jesus, don’t try me, because I fight. I don’t have a problem laying these hands.”

I’ve been looking for a chip on my shoulder. Here it is. My mother always referred to me as, “El Chilito piquín. Chiquito pero picoso.” Spicy af. Don’t play with me.

There are three types of people in this world. Those that see the cup half empty or half full, and then there’s people like me that sees it overflowing. My cup overflows.

“I have laid a table before you in the presence of your enemies…” How did I get so lucky? How am I His favorite?

Some people are always complaining. The world this or the world that. He or she this. They are always miserable. How? Are we not God’s favorite? Are we not grateful?

The world is in chaos right now and I just sit in the middle of it all in peace. Yes, peace, despite all the noise. You can be joyful and still be suffering. Offer up your suffering. Suffer with joy. We’re just passing through.

(At peace eating while the world is in chaos)

They’ll take back their words and their actions. Maybe I won’t ever get an apology, but their behavior will change. I will be able to witness it. It always circles back. “You couldn’t live with your own failure…” Poetic justice shall be served. This is part of the novel.

After all I’m God’s favorite.

To be honest, I fail at most things I do, but still I smile, I still push back. God still spoils me. Things still work out in the end. Even when I’m undeserving, I still have hope. I’m still His.

How did I get so lucky? I’m God’s favorite.