I see you.
You need breathing room in your home.
You go home to an empty home day after day.
You don’t know when you will go back to work.
You are overwhelmed by the work you have.
You got another negative pregnancy test.
You got a positive pregnancy test.
You are broken over a lost relationship.
You are scared about a new relationship.
You have too much time on your hands.
You don’t have enough time on your hands.
You long for a family.
You long for peace in your family.
You want to laugh again.
You want space to cry.
You long for adventure.
You are praying for quiet.
I see you.
You are seen.
You. Are. Seen.
Storms come. And storms go. Storms linger. And storms wane. Storms look a hundred different ways. Storms don’t need to be compared. A storm is a storm. And it wages war on the one it is battering – no matter how it’s packaged. Sometimes God’s presence feels distant. His voice seems faint. We feel forgotten, overlooked, unseen.
But the one thing I am absolutely certain of is this: my help comes from the Maker of heaven and earth. He sees me. He sees you. Even when we feel forgotten – abandoned – unseen. He is the One who remembers me – remembers you. He is the One who accepts me – accepts you. He is the One who sees me – sees you in every way. He sees completely. He has not left our side. He hears our cries and prayers. He is the source of our joy and strength.
I see you, friend. But more importantly, God sees you.
You are seen. In every storm.
He is working out the details. For you. And for me.
And I will praise Him in the storm. For He is my help.
“I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” -Psalm 121:1-2