It’s not at all easy for me to fathom
That looking down on us God sees us, each of us separate and unique.
But, I do.
Believe the unseen, believe I am seen.
And because of seeing all things I can see.
I walked on Saturday, through the crinkled up brown leaves strewn over the path.
I turned the corner to see even more bordered with cushions of rich green moss peeking through.
Layers and layers of same but different fallen leaves.
I continued on and stopped to notice the breeze as it rustled leaves, still clinging to branches, the wind cupping their edges to curve up, touching the sky.
Each tiny leaf, a creation of God and each one different.
It’s quite remarkable really, to be known by God.
To be more than a tiny piece in an enormous collection of pieces, indistinguishable from the one beside.
We’re more to God than that. We’re each unique, His plans for us waiting to be understood in full.
Few of us ever know fully, I’m afraid.
Few truly live so closely to His Sovereign will that it’s possible to see all He has for us.
It’s sufficient though to God each moment we spend seeking.
Thoughtful moments with leaves underfoot and breeze making music in the trees.
Sufficient because his grace is, sufficient.
The image that marks today’s Advent reminded me of dust and blackbirds.
It’s not at all easy for me to fathom that God sees more than specks of dust when he leans down to
That he hears my prayers, unspoken or not.
knows my thoughts
Sees my doubts, my dissapointments, my dilemmas.
To know that I am worth more
Than many sparrows.
But, I do believe he sees me.
No need to be afraid.