Sometimes God picks us for use to help others. Just like when we pick flowers. I don't know about you but when I want some fresh picked flowers I go out there and look over all of them. I pick the brightest the most fragrant. I usually want colorful ones which are strong and look like they will last a while. But sometimes I will see one that is not so perfect. One that I know may only last a few hours. One that though pale and weak will compliment those bold bright ones. That is just like God to even find good in the weakest. To pick me and even when I am weak and use me anyway. It is a wonderful life serving the King. I don't have to be the best...His spirit in me makes me the best that I can be. Another good thing is that when I am at my weakest wilted moment he breaths on me and picks me up and makes me whole again. When I am down in the deepest darkest valley he scoops me up in his strong arms and holds me up until the sun is shining again. Sometimes we just need to standstill and realize that we are right where he wants us.