There are days where we feel so insignificant, invisible even.
It seems as if we blend into the air around, lost in the ether.
Our voices feel weak as tiny bird. Our words fall flat on ears deaf to their sound.
Our place in the here and now looks insubstantial, shaky and small.
It feels like we’re hardly here at all.
Do you have days like that? I do.
They are red flags to what’s going on inside of us. Warning signs to heed.
They are white flags of surrender. Cries for help beyond ourselves.
Because God becomes our only safe shelter in a world where we feel less than all He made us to be.
He knows the vagaries of the human heart. He listens to every beat it makes. Hears the inner laments and anguish of a soul in torment.
And His Father-heart cries over the cruelty of a world that scorns His Son and tears His children apart.
Because He knows how wearied we can become and how we are made for far more than this world offers.
I’m thankful for those who see, who hear, who listen, who respond and make me feel I have a voice, a tiny place of worth in the scheme of things.
But I’m grateful most of all for the unending, unconditional love of God who helps me to become all that I can be by His grace.
There are no losers, no left out people, no invisible or discarded ones in God’s Kingdom. We are people of great worth and value in His eyes.
We are the grace dwellers, the truth tellers, the anointed, redeemed, blood-bought children He loves beyond measure.
Yes, here.. and now, living in this upside-down kingdom, topsy-turvy world we’re in, we are very significant to Him.
We live in a world addicted to gain
to ascending the summit of success
to amassing, collecting largesse
And yet you call me to dwell here
abide in quiet shadows of surrender
where I sense the humiliation
of my life so small against
the largeness of your love
Here I am nothing, yet remain
everything to you; my emptiness
the reason for your pouring,
filling, overflowing measure
of grace into every dark
and empty space inside my heart
Because your love leads me into
encounter, renewal, fresh start
When you feel small in the eyes of the world, remember Whose you are, my friend. Such thoughts stirred the 5 minute poem above.
I’m blessed to be joining in with the wonderful writing community that comprises Five Minute Friday. Today’s prompt is:‘Here’. Kate Motaung is our gracious hostess.
You’re very welcome to come and join us at her place as we celebrate the first anniversary of her time hosting this link up.
Also adding to the soul refreshment being served over at Bonnie Gray’s place for Beloved Brews. Do come over and take a fuel stop there.. 🙂