This morning at Shona’s Life Group, something unexpected and holy happened.

Eric, the prophet, had arrived. He shared a word with the group and then began speaking prophetically over each person. When he turned to me, just like the previous time, earlier this year, his words were brief but weighty:

"You are a chosen one. God has chosen you."

That was all and yet, it was everything.

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere shifted. My body gave way and I was slain in the Spirit — not out of emotional hype, but because my soul recognised the truth it had been longing to hear. I was completely undone. My whole being responded with a “yes” that came from the deepest place.

You see, for someone like me — someone who’s wrestled with the scars of rejection and the ache of abandonment — being chosen has never come easily. I’ve often felt overlooked, replaceable, not quite enough. So to hear God Himself call me chosen… it cracked something open in me.

What does it mean to be a chosen one?

It means He sees me. Not the mask. Not the performance. Me.

It means I was not an accident or an afterthought. I was wanted. Desired. Set apart.

Chosen ones don’t always have it easy. We often walk through valleys deeper than most. We feel things others brush past. We carry heaven’s ache and earth’s weight. But we’re also drawn into the tenderness of Jesus in a way few understand.

To be chosen is not just to be called — it’s to be cherished.

I think this word needs some early morning snuggle time with Jesus. There’s more He wants to say to my heart. More healing. More identity to be restored. More of His delight to uncover.

Because when God calls you chosen, He’s not just assigning you a role. He’s giving you a place in His heart that no one else can fill and today, I believe Him.

I am seen. I am known. I am chosen. And that changes everything.

Holy Spirit, Thank You for meeting me in that moment. Thank You for speaking directly to the ache I've carried for so long. I receive this word — not as a label to strive for, but as a truth to rest in. Teach me what it means to be chosen. Let it soak into the old places where rejection once lived. Rewrite every lie with Your love. Wrap me in the warmth of Your presence, and anchor my heart in this truth: You wanted me.

In Jesus’ Name, Amen.