I get it if today you don’t want to hear that God sees you and has a plan. Even though it's true, it is the kind of cliché that can mean so little when everyone forgets your birthday, or you have just been passed over for a job you really wanted, or you are heating up another meal for one and feeling like no one even cares you are alive.
Recently, I sat in a coffee shop with a friend sharing our hearts. I told her about feeling unseen, about no one acknowledging what a painful experience I went through. My friend sat across the table as I told the story and said, “It hurts, right? It wounds our hearts deeply to be told our pain isn't real, that it doesn't matter?” I nodded, and the wound in my heart throbbed. It throbbed because my friend acknowledged my hurt. My pain was being seen. I was being seen.
Then she told me about her little girl. Adopted shortly after birth, her daughter is now five and struggles with her presence not being acknowledged. My friend shared how her daughter’s birth mother never told anyone about her pregnancy. The birth mother hid the pregnancy – hid my friend’s daughter and shielded her from being known or at least acknowledged, even while the in the womb. My friend’s little girl started out her life unseen. Invisible. And she has spent the last five years trying to make sure she is seen.
As my friend spoke the words she prays over her daughter, they began to heal my pain of feeling unseen. I found healing in her words, reminding me that the God who sees all things is a Witness to every detail of my life, and He’s the One who planned the length of my life before I was even born.
Photo Credit: Unsplash/Allef Vinicius