I want to be seen.
The kind that sees beyond my brave face, my happy face, my sad face.
I think we all long for that.

To know, that in the middle of this craziness called life, just when you need it, someone is there with a wink that dissolves your frustrations and reminds you not to take life so seriously.

That your darkest thought, your flimsiest desire is heard, really heard, and you remain loved, in spite of it, maybe even because of it…because you let them see you.

That when you can’t seem to catch a breath, without you uttering a word, someone sees and without uttering a word, knows exactly what to do to comfort you.

I think, to expect this from another human person is foolish.
Maybe even unfair.
We each have our own ish, building up inside us, blocking us from seeing anyone but ourselves, seeing any other world but our own.

And that’s why, today, I’m grateful for the God who sees.*
I’m thankful I know the God who saw Hagar.
That He is the kind of God who sees a lowly servant girl, powerlessly caught in a scheme between two powerful people.
That He is the kind of God who makes you feel seen,
The One who delights in making sure that you know… sending angels and employing people, until you know that He sees you too.

*Genesis 16