I'm a day late and (as usual) a dollar short. Last Friday's Five-Minute Friday challenge was Favorite. I'm still taking the challenge, though it just may be too late to be connected with the wonderful collection that was posted on time.

I can't start writing about this topic without hearing a song in my head. You probably know the one:

"Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes..."

We all have favorite things, don't we? I'm not entirely defined by my favorite things, but I am, admittedly, shaped by them. What we love partially determines how we spend our resources (time, money, mental energies, physical efforts), doesn't it? Getting to know me means being introduced to a variety of experiences. I find my interests are pretty eclectic. But, to boil it all down to a single favorite? (I mean, isn't that the point of a "favorite" thing? It's the singular interest, focus, or like that eclipses the rest.)

Well, if I have a favorite thing, then I choose to focus on a relationship. The relationship that is critical to me, the air I breathe if I were to describe it accurately, is my relationship to God. There is no other connection to any living, breathing being or inanimate object that can even compare. It's simple.

My God, as I know him through Scripture, has made every possible sacrifice for me...even to death on a cross. Who else would give up everything for me? On a good day, someone may choose to sacrifice a few bucks or a few minutes. Someone may choose to call me their favorite person because of a personal connection.

Truth is: no one (apart from my husband, I imagine) would die for me. And they don't have to.

He is my favorite because—I am His favorite! You all can say the same. You're his favorite, too.