Seasons are changing and not just because it’s finally Fall.
I’m at a place where I feel like my life season is changing… again. And while I’m not necessarily upset at the direction this season is pointing, I’m still struggling with the change. Change can be awkward and gangly, cumbersome and uncomfortable. Sometimes you just want to drop it like a box of fine china, let it shatter, and then brush it under a rug and walk away like it never happened.
But this time? This time I can’t ignore it. Change is happening all around me. And in the midst of it all, I’m feeling a bit lost. A little invisible. Unheard. Unseen.
A few Sunday mornings ago, some things happened that left me feeling completely unseen. It was like I was jumping up and down, waving my hands in the air and screaming, “Look here! Here I am! See me! Hear me! Let me tell you what I’m going through right now!” But no one was listening.
My spirit was in complete turmoil as I finished getting ready for church that morning. I was so defeated that I had a hard time convincing myself to finish getting ready to go. As soon as I got in the car, I got a text from a good friend telling me he was praying for me right then. He had no idea what I was struggling with that morning, but I’m thankful he was prompted to pray for me. My spirit started settling down immediately. I prayed the whole way to church, readying myself for worship.
During worship the Lord brought to mind the words of praise David penned in Psalm 18 after he was delivered from his enemies. He speaks of a God that reached down from on high to rescue him from deep waters. A God that brought him out into a spacious place. A God that rescued him because He delighted in him.
How can I feel unseen when the Father of creation looked down on me in my deepest, darkest time of need and sent His only son to rescue me from a life of sin and desperation and bring me into a spacious place of relationship with Him?
The lavish love of the Father came to me while I was so far away from him. He saw me then, and He sees me now. At my weakest. At my ugliest. At my most unlovable. He sees me and He chooses to pour out His love on me over and over again. Not because He has to but because He loves me. Because He delights in me.
Seasons change. Questions rise. Doubt surfaces. People fail. But the love of the Father never does. Look to Him alone when you feel unseen. He’s always there—loving you, choosing you, seeing you. He’s waiting to lavish his love on you, to remind you of the great delight He’s found in you.