The last pick.

I was triggered when my friend turned on the first episode of one of those self-selecting team survival shows when after 15 picks, one person remained alone on the line unselected.

From as early as I can remember, whether among the neighborhood kids or in my schools I was always the last pick.

It does something tragic to the development of a little boy considered a liability when all you want is for someone to believe in you. To choose you. To want you.

This was such a pattern in my developmental history I’m surprised I haven’t shared this story until now.

I’ve never been athletic or gifted with obvious skills and have since counted myself among the freaks and oddities like a misfit toy on Christmas island.

Later in life, to encounter the love and acceptance of a supremely gifted stranger who chose me first to be on His team was literally the answer to my lifelong prayer.

Jesus knew my worth and giftedness and I had finally found a place where I belonged, oddities and all.

We are all MVPs to the God of the universe.