Who’s to say pink’s more beautiful than purple? Or chocolate than vanilla? Today I’m taking five minutes again with the Five Minute Friday #fmfparty gang to write unedited on a theme sent out by Kate Motaung. The word-prompt today is FAVOURITE (well, actually favorite, but I’ll have to get over the fact that all my US friends don’t know how to spell it properly. Love you, really. But we’re right. 😉 ).
(You can join in too – here’s how.)
It’s amazing to me that there’s such a word as favourite. What it shows is something really beautiful – that you and me – everyone – are completely unique. Take, for example, a selection of flowers. There are loads on display in full glory in the local garden centre. What’s your favourite?
While the blue flower is blue, what makes it seem more beautiful to one person than to another? It’s the unique eye of the beholder, and our unique way of appreciating and honoring beauty. We see different aspects, and have a preference.
I must admit, I’m a bit fickle. I have loads of favourite flowers, which sort of makes a mockery of the meaning of the word. But I also think that it displays something of the heart of God too.
He looks at one soul, and says – I see beauty in you. You’re my favourite.
He looks at another soul, and says – I see your unique beauty, too. You’re my favourite.
Again and again, ‘You’re my favourite.’
That’s why I love anenomes and sunflowers and poppies and grape hyacinths and my pink geranium that grows like a triffid, and the lemon seedlings that are still just green leaves. I love the fruit trees and the avocado plants. The wheat standing and the barley swaying. The leaf canopies and the yellowing grass. You’re all my favourite.
Each for its own reason, each unique, as unique as the God who made them.
You’re my favourite.