I am use to being the last one. Last child born to my parents, last one picked to play in any games at school, just like Ruldolph the reindeer. He was made fun of due to his bright, shiny red nose, I was made fun of due to my big fat stomach. It really use to bother me always being last, everyone's after thought. But, not any more. God created me, so He could love me, and, have fellowship with me. He loves all of us, as if there were just one of us. In my Father's eyes, I am not first, nor am I last. I am simply His beloved daughter.