Why not me? Those three words fit my life. They express so much in such a small space. So do I, by the way. I’m not a very big person. She is small, but she is mighty. I’ve always liked that quote.

So, why not me? When bad things happen people respond with oh, poor you, why did it have to happen to you or I’m so sorry that happened to you. And my response is, why not me?

Is someone else more deserving of pain? Is there somewhere else that disaster should have landed? Am I supposed to be immune to abuse, divorce, cancer? Why not me?

And, conversely, when good things happen. You won? Really? You’re kidding. No, I’m not. I really did win. Why not me? Is there a loser tattoo on my forehead? Did some secret ritual mark me as undeserving, inadequate, mediocre? Should the world be surprised that I’ve birthed miracles, written books, seen visions? Why not me?

In the end, we are all the same and all so gloriously different at the same time. We are created in God’s image, children of the King, of infinite value and unspeakable beauty. Reflectors of His glory, tellers of His story, created for a purpose. So, why not me? And why not you?

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