Today’s prompt: See
It was a question that darkened the corners of my mind during those long winter months with the sub-artic temperatures. Do they see me? The moms at the play dates chasing their kids around the mat room. The family members on the phone as I listen to countless stories of heartache and worry, uttering prayers they’ll never hear, never know about. My two little beacons of joy, running around the house chasing each other with boundless energy.
These people I do life with, do they see me as an open book or a closed door? Do they see my spirit reaching out between the lines and words, searching for that glimpse of grace? That knowing nod that says, “I get you. I’m here.”
When I put on a brave face for my oldest son after he tells me he was teased on the bus ride home, does he see how my heart breaks, how I long to wrap him in my arms and protect him from the evil of this world, from ever being sad or lonely or rejected?
As I look at my blog statistics and see the numbers plummet, the comments non-existent, I wonder if people see what I’m trying to convey. Does the essence of my message shine through the black and white on the page?
Suddenly, I hear a whisper coming through the dark thoughts, first so faint I can barely hear it, then louder, clearer.
“I see you.”
“I have searched you.”
“You are mine.”
As the tears stream down, I am filled with gratitude that He found me. That he chose me. And through his grace, I see that I am part of something even greater than I can imagine. Each act of love, each step to reach out made through Him. He knows. He sees. He will shine.