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Mary Ann Bird grew up feeling unlovely, unpresentable, unloved. 

From birth she had been afflicted with a variety of disfiguring features.  She recounts her feelings \u2013 and the moment in which everything changed \u2013 in her book The Whisper Test<\/em>: 

I grew up knowing I was different, and I hated it.<\/em>

I was born with a cleft palate, and when I started school, my classmates made it clear to me how I looked to others: a little girl with a misshapen lip, crooked nose, lopsided teeth, and garbled speech.<\/em>

When schoolmates asked, \u201cWhat happened to your lip?\u201d I\u2019d tell them I\u2019d fallen and cut it on a piece of glass.  Somehow it seemed more acceptable to have suffered an accident than to have been born different.   I was convinced that no one outside my family could love me.<\/em>

There was, however, a teacher in the second grade whom we all adored \u2014 Mrs. Leonard by name. She was short, round, happy \u2014 a sparkling lady.<\/em>

Annually we had a hearing test. Mrs. Leonard gave the test to everyone in the class, and finally it was my turn. I knew from past years that as we stood against the door and covered one ear, the teacher sitting at her desk would whisper something, and we would have to repeat it back \u2014 things like \u201cThe sky is blue\u201d or \u201cDo you have new shoes?\u201d<\/em>

I waited there for those words that God must have put into her mouth, those seven words that changed my life.<\/em>

Mrs. Leonard said, in her whisper, \u201cI wish you were my little girl.\u201d<\/em>

Mary Ann Bird ultimately became a teacher herself \u2013 the kind of teacher who, like Mrs. Leonard, knew the transforming power of words.

Sometimes, in our most foolish moments, we fantasize how wonderful it would be to be rich, famous, powerful, beautiful, respected, maybe even feared. 

But nothing holds a candle to being loved.  Wanted.  Chosen.   

And when God\u2019s Son tells us that, the effect is off the charts.   

Jesus said to his disciples, \u201cYou didn\u2019t choose me, remember; I chose you, and put you in the world to bear fruit, fruit that won\u2019t spoil. As fruit bearers, whatever you ask the Father in relation to me, he gives you\u201d (John 15:16).

It\u2019s dismal to think that the purpose of life is simply to play the cards we are dealt, one day at a time, and that no one much cares how things turn out.

It\u2019s electrifying to learn there is Someone who has chosen us \u2013 just as we are \u2013 to bear His name and to do His work.

And to live all our days knowing we are eternally wanted.   
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