The God Who Sees me

[I just got back from an incredible weekend in Florida with the Navigators, the ministry I've been able to work with for the past year. God, as always, was good. He brought a few guys to the retreat, men I had been praying for for some time. We learned much about God's heart, how from the beginning His goal has been to have worshippers from every tribe, tongue, people, and nation. From His promise to Abraham He revealed that all nations would be blessed. Jesus is the fulfillment of that promise, the blessing that all nations can receive. Anyway, I wrote this on a side note, when someone spoke about her summer, and this name of God stuck with me, reminding me of the first time I read that passage myself, how that name stuck out. The passage is Genesis 16.]

You are El Roi, the God who sees me.

The One, high above, who is fascinated with me.

The others don't see me.

They don't care, or know,

but want me for a fool to entertain them.

But You see me.

You know me.

You know every hair on my head

and You will not let even one of them perish.

My hair, which

falls out, which

turns gray even now,

which is victim to whatever shampoo I'm using,

not one will perish.

You see me.

Like Hagar I'm alone in a barren place.

I don't know what to do, where to go.

Honestly, I'm so scared

when I think about it.

I don't have anything to stand on,

even this dirt is shifting beneath me.

What will I eat?

How do I love?

Am I good enough?

Will everyone like me?

What if I screw up?

But You see me.

I'm so scared.

But You see me.

From on high You take notice,

but more,

You come and save me.

You made me Your own.

I don't have to be scared anymore.