Chosen…by Who?

God reminds me of who He says I am and also whose I am.


I was reading today’s “Our Daily Bread” – Belonging about God being our Father and the corresponding scripture, Isaiah 44:1-5. As I was taking some time to ponder these verses, God took me on a little scripture journey to remind me of who He says I am and also what He says about whose I am.

Isaiah 44:1-5 says this:

“But now listen, Jacob, my servant, Israel, whom I have chosen. This is what the Lord says— he who made you, who formed you in the womb,and who will help you: Do not be afraid, Jacob, my servant, Jeshurun, whom I have chosen. For I will pour water on the thirsty land,and streams on the dry ground; I will pour out my Spirit on your offspring, and my blessing on your descendants. They will spring up like grass in a meadow, like poplar trees by flowing streams. Some will say, ‘I belong to the Lord ’; others will call themselves by the name of Jacob; still others will write on their hand, ‘The Lord’s,’ and will take the name Israel.”

These verses highlight Israel being God’s chosen people. The rest of Isaiah 44 goes on to record what God Himself says about Who He is. You can read the whole chapter here but this is what I found. God says He is:

  • The King and Redeemer (v.6)
  • The Lord Almighty (v.6)
  • The first and the last (v.6)
  • The One and Only – apart from Me there is no God (v.6)
  • The Rock – there is no other Rock like God (v.8)
  • The Maker of the forests and trees from which the Israelites crafted idols (v.14)
  • The Sender of the rain that makes those trees grow (v.14)
  • The One who will not forget us (v.21)
  • The Forgiver of sins – I have swept away your offenses like a cloud, your sins like the morning mist. (v.22)
  • The Redeemer (v.22)
  • The Lord, the Maker of all things, who stretched out the heavens, who spreads out the earth by Himself, who foils the signs of false prophets, who makes fools of diviners, who overthrows the learning of the wise, who carries out and fulfills His prophecy and promises (v.24-26a)
  • The One who says Jerusalem will be inhabited, the towns of Judah will be rebuilt and their ruins will be restored (v.26b)
  • The One who tells the watery deep to be dry and makes the streams dry up (v.27)
  • The One who says Jerusalem will be rebuilt and the temple foundations will be re-laid (v.28)

This God, the King & Redeemer, the Lord Almighty, the First and the Last, the One & Only, the Rock, the One who does not forget us and forgives us all, the God who has made all things, stretched out the heavens, spread out the earth, defeated false prophets, fulfilled His promises, restored ruins, dried up streams and also poured out life giving water, rebuilt cities and relaid foundations – this God…has chosen me.

Initially when I read verses 1-5 for the Daily Bread devotional they resonated with me as a reminder that I am chosen and that I belong to God. I also wrote out these verses as a prayer for myself and my girls (see below) but reading the whole chapter reminds me of Who Has chosen me. Who has redeemed me. Who has secured me, restored me and blessed me. This God, this Rock, the One & Only. I am His and He is mine.

I believe very much in praying Scripture back to God over our own lives and the lives of others. We need to hear God’s Word spoken aloud and there is power in telling God what His Word says.

My Isaiah 44:1-5 prayer is this:

God, You have said:

Listen, Emily, My servant, Whom I have chosen.

God, You who have made me, You who formed me in the womb and You who will help me have said:

I, Your servant, whom You have chosen, don’t need to be afraid. You will pour out water on my thirsty land, You will pour out streams on my dry ground, You will pour out Your Spirit on my offspring, Acacia & Lily and You will pour out Your blessings on my descendants, my children and my children’s children. Thank You for how You give us life, how You bless us and the legacy we are leaving behind us.

I pray that You will make Acacia, Lily and all that come behind them to spring up like grass in a meadow, like poplar trees by flowing streams.

I pray that my children, Acacia & Lily and their children will say, “I belong to the Lord”, that they will call themselves by the name of Jacob (a people in covenant with God), that they will write on their hands, “The Lord’s” and that they will take the name Israel (Your chosen and redeemed).

Thank You, God, for choosing me, redeeming me, restoring me and blessing me. May I never forget who I am and Whose I am.

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Fatherless on Father’s Day

In Memory of Capt. Arthur Galvan, who made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom in Desert Storm on January 31, 1991.

How is it possible to grieve the loss of someone I’ve never met?

I’ve asked myself this question many times over the last almost 16 years of marriage to Jason, my husband. Our wedding day. The birth of daughters. Every significant accomplishment & milestone in our lives has passed without Jason’s Dad here to share it with. I take for granted my own relationship with my Dad because I don’t know the loss Jason suffered as a young boy who lost his Dad. I’ve not yet had to bury a parent. I haven’t walked that road but I watch the pain in my husband’s eyes every time he feels the weight of being fatherless.

Every January 31st when he marks another year without his Dad. Each November 8th comes around to see another birthday that won’t be celebrated. I watch the tears stream down his face as he remembers his Dad on Memorial Day. And today…fatherless on Father’s Day. I grieve for that empty place in his heart.

Jason is a man of integrity, determination, perseverance, loyalty & hard work but his Dad isn’t here to see it or to tell him how proud he is of the man he has become. I grieve for the missing pieces he longs for from his Dad. We’re raising girls who only know their Grandpa Galvan in name, in stories & in pictures. I grieve for that loss.

Our lives have been blessed with many people who surround Jason with love & laughter & memories but no one can replace a Dad. Our girls have amazing relationships with the Grandpas they have in their lives but we grieve for what is missing. We know we are not the only ones facing this type of situation but the hurt feels painful just the same.

We look forward to the day where every tear will be wiped away. No more death. No more grieving. No more loss. But until that day comes we embrace the ones we have, remember the ones we’ve lost & hold tight to the memories every step of the way.

Capt. Arthur Galvan, Air Force 11/8/57 – 1/31/91

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Father’s Day Reflections

Thinking about my Dad. Grateful for who he is and how my life has been blessed by him.

What is it about Dads & daughters that always gets me? Is it because my own relationship with my Dad hasn’t always been good that I have such a tender place in my heart on the subject? Or maybe because it’s a picture of my relationship with God as my Father?

My heart melts as I look back at pictures of my husband with our daughters as babies. As I watch him interacting with them in these growing up years I am thankful for a man who is loyal, faithful and strong. I pray these girls are growing up knowing how dearly loved they are by their Dad.

As parents we can reflect back on our childhood knowing how hard this job of raising kids is. Our parents weren’t perfect and neither are we. There is so much grace to be found & embraced in that realization.

There are so many things I can already say I wish I had done differently as a parent. I know my parents would say the same but there are many parts of my childhood that I see places to be thankful. Especially where my Dad is concerned.

My Dad has always been a memory-maker. Family vacations were important to him. He & my Mom took us places & gave us experiences that a lot of kids didn’t get to do growing up. I know that took sacrifice & I didn’t show very much gratitude at the time but I see it now. Thank you, Dad for the memories.

My Dad is a hard worker, even working two jobs at one point to make ends meet. As a kid you don’t know how hard it is to get up every day & go to a job, much less two! Thank you, Dad for being the kind of man who always did what needed doing to get the job done.

My Dad knows how to say “I’m sorry”. I’ve watched my Dad over the years own his stuff & let us know when he was wrong. Even as recently as a few months ago, to hear him say he was sorry for all the ways he wasn’t what we needed him to be as kids–there is healing in those words. Thank you, Dad for being courageous enough to own the hard things.

My Dad is an overcomer. I couldn’t appreciate as a kid the demons my Dad has wrestled with through out his life. My own journey of wandering so far from God & experiencing the power of His redemption in my life gave me a connection to my Dad that has always been special to me. Even though I haven’t been through all that he has gone through, I respect how hard he has fought to overcome addiction & choose to keep God at the center of his life every day. Thank you, Dad for fighting the good fight & letting God use your story.

My Dad has always been a crier. I cry so easily at any situation, happy or sad. I must get that from Dad. Any time my Dad prays for us, whether it was just the five of us years ago or the group we’ve grown into recently, the depth of emotion that fills his voice makes me cry time every time. I’m tearing up right now just thinking about it. I’m remembering phone conversations where we both ended up bawling our eyes out talking about the past. Or even all of the many tear-soaked airport goodbyes over the 10 years we lived away and the happy tears of joy when we finally came home again. Thank you, Dad for always being tender hearted & never being afraid to show your true emotions.

More & more I am seeing that I am who I am not just because of the choices I have made but also from the choices of all those who have come before me. Some good & some not so good.

Today I choose to focus on the good. I choose to be grateful for all the ways we’ve overcome what lies behind and look forward to all the blessings to come. I choose to say thank You to God for giving me a Dad who isn’t perfect but has impacted my life in so many ways by choosing to do the hard things, being courageous & allowing God to keep working in him.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you!

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Stones from My Mother

To my Mom on Mother’s Day. Thank you for always praying, loving, believing and encouraging.

Standing on the shore.

Gazing out over the stream of my life.

Watching water wrinkle and roll in many different places.

Looking inside the ripple in front of me, I see a sword shaped stone.

Reaching down, I pick it up.

Noticing the unusual shape but now also seeing a word on the stone: Prayers.

Envisioning my Mom, bowed down before the throne of the Most High God.

Waging war on her knees, on my behalf.

Fighting an unseen battle for my salvation, my protection, my choices, my struggles, my life.

Dropping the stone back into the stream, the ripple rolls on.

Glancing into another wave.

Seeing a red, heart shaped stone.

Picking it up, I see these words: Legacy of Love.

Flashing before my eyes, a picture of my Mom, my Grandma, myself, my daughters.

Intertwining before me, an unbroken circle of love from generation to generation.

Letting this stone fall into the water, I look for another.

Catching my eye is a large, brown stone.

Having a wood-like pattern, shaped like a cross.

Feeling the weight of this stone, I read these words: Foundation of Faith.

Sensing a change beneath my feet, I look down to see the grass has turned to rock.

Hearing these words sung by my Mom:

“On Christ the solid rock I stand. All other ground is sinking sand.”

Tumbling heavily from my hand, the stone splashes back into the stream.

Moving further down, I see the water moving tumultuously.

Leaning over, I cautiously pull up a dark stone.

Appearing to be shaped like a storm cloud, with these words: Teenage Turmoil.

Turning the stone over in my hand, I find a rainbow on the back.

Playing in my memory are these words my Mom said to me many years ago and many times since:

“Love is a choice. Every day we choose to love. Even when it’s hard.

Especially when it’s hard.

God didn’t say it would be easy but He promised He would always be with us.”

Thinking back on how she chose to love me when I was most unlovable, I gently drop the stone.

Rippling the water rolls and waves before me.

Pondering the stones in my own stream.

Making me who I am today.

Shaping who I continue to become.

Looking up and around, I notice more streams than just my own.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a handful of stones.

Reading these words: Quality Time, Planting Seeds, Words of Life, Intentionally Invest, Hug More, Give Grace

Turning away from my own stream.

Walking towards the waters surrounding me.

Spotting my own daughters as they watch the ripples before them.

Pulling from my pocket, I softly drop stone after stone into the streams of their lives.

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Honoring the legacy of a life well lived with thankfulness for God’s tender mercies that brought me out of darkness.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my Grandma Mac today as I have been on this day every year for the past 16 years. Normally on this day I think back on my favorite memories, spend some time missing her and crying a little bit but today I started thinking about how my world was completely rocked when she passed away. I had never faced death before and my first look was with a person that was literally a second mother to me. I didn’t know how to respond, what to expect, how to move forward or even how to grieve. The depression I had always struggled with took a nasty turn and dragged me down into the darkest pit I had ever known.There are plenty of times over the last several years that the fog has lifted temporarily but it always seemed to find a way of returning to settle around my shoulders no matter what I did. It’s only been very recently that I feel as if I might have finally left that pit behind for good. This morning I was thinking over the twists and turns my life has taken over the last 16 years. The very lowest moments that I desperately cried out to God to deliver me from the darkness. All of the high moments that I begged God not to let me fall away again even as I felt myself sliding back into that deep pit.
I see now that there are times that God will deliver us from something in an instant but most of the time He works at a slower pace, patiently waiting for us to get on board. Faithfully showing us grace and unconditional love as He walks us through the valleys. He knows us so well. He sees our tendency to wander. He knows how hard it is for us to trust Him enough to allow Him to take over the dark places in our hearts.
I was taken by surprise and brought to tears as I realized this morning that God has been setting me free in the smallest ways every day in an unhurried way not because He is slow but because He is so very tender. He binds up our smallest hurts and cares for our greatest wounds with such compassion because He is good and He is kind. I see the touch of His hand on each & every scar that He has so lovingly healed. He does not set out to devastate us or strip us down in an instant of all that He longs to free us from. He gently pursues us with our restoration in mind. There are still days that I feel that dark pit yawning open right behind me waiting to devour me but the longer I walk this path the more I see that Jesus is more than enough to deliver me and rescue me from my darkest self.
Today as I remember my Grandma and all that she was to me, I can’t think of a better way to honor her legacy than to live my life thanking God for all of His faithful and tender ministrations to every hurt, every sorrow, every disappointment and every dark place inside of me.

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