Skip to main content

March Madness - Day 22


Even the invisible can be invincible!

All I remember hearing is "Do you see me?"

They were not my spoken words but it's a question I often ask in silence.

A question I ponder day after day.

When I do ask the question aloud, I usually ask, "Am I really that invisible?"

Dictionary.com defines 'invisible' as "unable to be seen; not visible to the eye." It goes further to clarify "treated as unable to be seen; ignored or not taken into consideration."

Yes, that's the definition that best describes the adjective I often use to describe myself. Invisible.

Of course, I don't use that adjective in a job interview when asked, "Tell us about yourself."
Yet, when I'm being really honest with myself, that's the best adjective to use.

It's because others don't see me.

Nope. They don't really see me.

Perhaps it's my stature. Perhaps it's my aura. Perhaps it's my confidence. (Speaking of which, click here to find out where your confidence lies). Perhaps it's the mask.

None of that really matters though. You know why? Because God sees me. Jeremiah 1:5 tells me, "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart..."

There may be times when you, like me, feel alone. Times when we feel overlooked. Times when we feel left out. Times when we feel abandoned.

Regardless of how we FEEL in the moment, the TRUTH is:

  • We are NEVER alone. God is always with us. 
  • We are NOT overlooked. God is preparing a place for us.
  • We are NOT left out. God has set up aside for something greater.
  • We are NOT abandoned. God is carrying us even when we don't feel Him. 

If you feel or have ever felt invisible, email me at mylifeonthebeam@gmail.com so that we can stand together and be invincible.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A Small Tear

I could barely see.  My eyes felt itchy and irritated.  I thought I was tired from a full day of work. Sitting at a computer. Taking meetings with clients. Staff meetings. All the work of a typical Friday. But the day was not over. I still had an hour left in my two and a half hour drive down the two-lane, tree surrounded road to Tallahassee.  I was rubbing my eyes and blinking so much to stop the itch. Nothing was working. Nothing was soothing me.  I drove in discomfort as long as I could......then I reached my breaking point.  When I arrived at a stopping point in my travels, I removed my contact lenses. Before I replaced the contacts with glasses, I took a look at the lenses.  If only I would have recognized the signs sooner.... The left lens had a tear.  Side note: The thing I have yet to grasp is how a contact lens that is inside the eye gets a tear without even being touched. If you can explain how this happens, feel free to drop the knowledge i