"What Makes You The Chosen One?"

When I was 10, I was prophesied over by the Sunday School pastor at a week-long church camp. "If you continue to follow the Lord, you will be very successful." I think I was excited at the time, being called out in front of 200 other kids by God himself. As years went on and my belief in this God waned, the guilt of my back-slidden existence began to weigh on me. There was my chance - my chosen moment - and I turned my back on it. It's a disempowering thing to have one's success hinge on waiting around for The Guy In The Sky to decide when I have been faithful enough (whatever that means) to be the recipient of success (whatever that means). A few years ago, I took back my ability to generate my own happiness and actively seek the kind of life I wanted, with nothing more than curiosity, openness, and these two hands. Every thing I knit, craft, and whittle into existence puts me one step closer to the source of that power, to God, if you will. It isn't that I turned my back on God all these years; I just chose me.