Chosen

"I chose you to come out of the world, so the world hates you..." - Jesus, John 15:19

I've often wrestled with the idea of us being chosen verses us choosing. 

(Working it out with fear and trembling, you know.)

After all, we love because we were first loved.

I think I've come to the conclusion that there simply isn't one answer... at least, not one I can understand this side of heaven.

The more I read Jesus' words, the more I realize just how big of a mystery it is, how entwined everything is, and just how much I don't need to know and am not responsible for.

All I know is what is, not how it came to be, and I think that's okay.
Some things are better left unsaid.
Some things I simply don't need a definition for.
The only thing I need is to {trust}, fully unbridled and unashamed.
And that's what I plan on trying to do.

{The chosen ones of God were those who let God pursue his interest in them, and as a result received his stamp of legitimacy.}