My Favorite Things

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens; bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens; brown paper packages tied up with strings. These are a few of my favorite things…

When the dog bites. When the bee stings. When I’m feeling sad. I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so bad…” (“My Favorite Things” from Sound of Music)

When I was little, I had one favorite thing. A lot of kids have dolls or action figures, but all I had was this little pillow that I carried everywhere: when I slept, in the car, eating food… Like Linus with his security blanket. It was my best friend. I talked to the pillow like a person as if it would understand my feelings. There was nothing special about that pillow. Just a regular kid pillow without any pillow cover. My mom even tried to replace it by buying me a new one with no success because overtime its white color had become yellowish with lots of water stains on it (a mixture of drool and sweat…yuck!) Pretty gross!!! What makes it more gross was that I remember how much I loved to drown my face in it just to inhale the addictive smell of the pillow that would give me comfort in any given situation. I know that would not be the smell of dewy rose petals. But that’s what kids do: being gross and unreasonable. Not sure when I threw that pillow out of my life, but that’s long gone

Now as an adult, as I think about it, I don’t really have many favorite things that would cheer me up when I am in a blue mood. Some people collect things like cars, guitars, or mini figurines so that when they are feeling down, they can think, rub, or play with those items and feel up again. Me, on the other hand, I don’t really have any collections. I have lots of books, but it doesn’t mean that I collect them. And surely I wouldn’t get merry just by looking at my books. I have a variety of crosses, gifts from friends, that have become quite a collection by default.

As I reflected on the topic of “my favorite things”, I found out that in my adult life, it’s not so much about the stuff but people. I have “my favorite people” whom I know where I must go to when I want to share my excitement of the day or when I need a shoulder to cry on. I have favorite people who understand me and accept me just as I am; favorite people that I can trust and rely on to always love and support me. The Bible is serious about suggesting that we should be surrounded by good people: “Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down,  one can help the other up.But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up. Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.” (Ecclesiastes 4:9-10)

If all fails, we certainly know that we have one favorite buddy we can always call on: Jesus Christ. “You are my friend,” Jesus said (John 15:14). It is not us who chose him to be our favorite person. Long before we chose him, He already chose us to be His favorite people. For me, that feels soooo good!

Yes, I don’t have many favorite things but I can share with you with confidence that I have so many favorite people, in which I am grateful. People like my wife, my parents, my children, my siblings, my church family, my good friends, and of course Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior! So when the dog bites, when the bee stings, or when I’m feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite people, and then I don’t feel so bad…”

Love and prayers,

Vincent Arishvara 05242018