Last but Not Least

As a kid, I can recall how gratifying it always was not to be the last one that was chosen when we'd choose teams for sport or a game. We would feel horrible if we weren't picked right away and would get even more nervous as the numbers dwindled down. If we were picked last, it always felt like we weren't really wanted, but the team was forced to accept us. We should be exceedingly glad that even if we are "last", we are never unwanted in God's eyes.