My keys have a way transforming themselves into invisible objects. Countless times, I have canvassed my home high and low only to discover them in one of the many places I had scrounged earlier. The endless hunt for my keys is frustrating and it has a way of slowing my progress. Those keys are essential for me getting to my destination.
Just as I spend precious time searching for keys, many spend precious moments wondering are we visible. Amongst the millions of people on the earth has God lost sight of us? Has He forgotten about our plight? Does He saw our misery? Day in and day out the bleak picture of barrenness looks the same. Does what we do really matter in the great landscape of things?
I can’t recount the number of times I secretly questioned if He even remembered my name. David’s cry of how long oh Lord became Wanda’s heart cry. How long oh Lord must I sit among the ashes of life. How long oh Lord before you release me from places of discomfort? Like a young maiden attempting to capture the eye of a handsome suitor, I long for God to catch just even a small glimpse of me during those times.
Far too many times I walk away dejected like the maiden who was overlooked in search of one more fairer. Temporarily forgetting that my present condition, no matter how dismal or delightful, does not serve as the evidence that He sees me.
May we be ever mindful that even in the obscure places, His eyes are ever on us.
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye. –Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others. – Johnathan Swift