It was April of 2002. I remember the day as if it were yesterday. My friend, Rita, and I were sitting down to some good old Tex-Mex food for lunch. Even though things were on the mend just two months after Chris’ confession, the pain was still incredibly fresh and rarely a day went by where my cheeks weren’t stained with tears. Some were sad tears. Some were happy tears. But, they were tears nonetheless. This precious friend of mine had only been in my life for less than a year. Truth be told, I can’t explain why she and I bonded so very quickly…I am young enough to be her daughter. But, we did and I have such a deep love for this woman to this day. As we were munching on some chips and salsa, she asked about my life. She probed into the deepest parts of my heart. She listened intently…as if I was the most important person in the world to her. And during that lunch hour, I think I was. With each experience I shared, she would shake her head in awe at how God has already worked miracles in my marriage. And when my eyes would well up with tears, so would hers. During this chaotic season in our marriage, hundreds of people from our church, not to mention our family, rallied around us for support. As the weeks progressed, things started getting easier. I didn’t cry as much. I didn’t wish death as much. I actually started to enjoy life again. Why? I’m convinced that God allowed others to take on our burden for a season. Paul writes in Galatians 6:2 “Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.” And did they ever. As we were finishing our lunch together, I made ever effort to put my feelings into words about what God was doing in my life. I finally said, “I feel like I’m God’s favorite.” Her reply was, “you are. And I am, too.” Wha??? In all my years of knowing Christ, it never dawned on me that I serve and love a God who can do anything and everything…including making all of his kids feel like they are his personal favorite. His ability to go above and beyond our comprehension stuns me. He truly does see you as His favorite. And me, too. So, the next time you are feeling unlovely or unworthy or unimportant, remember that the Creator of the universe knows your name, knows where every freckle is on your body and knows where the gray ends and the highlights start. You, my friend, are His favorite.