Isn’t it predictable that I’d love the phrase “noticing God”, incorporate it into bios and hashtags and yet, catch myself off guard when a phrase of truth and clarity comes
And I decide to hold on to it?
“God is always paying attention (to me).”
Followers and collectors, listeners, potential buyers of my art and my words
Caused me to be weary over compiling them, the not yet thousands enough.
So, I left that little compilation of numbers alone
And continued to go on
On my own.
Noticing highlighter colored rye fields and yellow flowers becoming fluffy dandelions.
I noticed and celebrated the simplicity of a simple notice.
“Thank you, Lisa Anne Tindal!
I appreciate all your inspiration and insight!” M.H. (a brilliant author)
A gift given to me on her birthday.
“Isn’t it ironic?” A.M.
Or maybe not.
Maybe it’s God.
The same God who provided water to a slave girl trying to escape and a woman enslaved by her patterns with men.
Same God who notices my need to be noticed and says “I see, see with me.”
“Then God opened Hagar’s eyes, and she saw a well full of water. She quickly filled her water container and gave the boy a drink.”
Genesis 21:19 NLT
“But sir, you don’t have a rope or a bucket,” she said, “and this well is very deep. Where would you get this living water?”
John 4:11 NLT
It’s not popular to be weary over popularity.
I wonder who else feels the exhaustion of self-promotion and longs to simply keep finding, sharing and creating…
To be thirsty not for notice.
God is paying attention to you.
In the sweet spot of knowing you’re noticed so that you’re not thirsting for notice of others and more often than before not as thirsty.
Fill my cup, Lord.
I lift it up to your pink sky Tuesday morning telling me I’m seen loved and known.
Noticed on Tuesday morning,