It's a funky dream, I know. But I woke up with such a peace in my soul, and after further speculation, I realized it's because that dream satisfied a deep longing in me. A longing to be seen. It's a part of humanity that I believe are created with, an innate desire to be recognized. After all, why else would we wait in lines to meet musicians or take pictures of or with celebrities? Yes, there are other reasons, but I think we all secretly long to be picked out of the crowd, like a modern day Cinderella-- stick with me here, men-- I promise this applies to you as well. (RELATED: Be a Social Light not a Socialite)
And as New Year's fades to Valentine's, fades to everyday routine, it's easy to start feeling lonely. So you try and find some acceptance, you focus on being perfect, or you dream about becoming friends with THE power-duo in distance running. But at the end of the day: Our wealth, fame and talent will all betray us. As Genesis 3 says, from dust we came and to dust we will return.
But all the riches and all the glory and all power belong to God. But He is not only the creator of the universe; He is also the intimate Lord of each and every one of us. He calls to to, motioning for you to join Him in this moment and the next. Does that blow your mind!? Think about it: The King is inviting you, a washed-up nobody, to be with Him. No need to take a picture to savor the memory, because He's not going anywhere. Don't bother waiting in a long line, because He's calling you now.
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Believe me, I know how discouraging this world can be for the "mediocre." But even the fabulous and rich among us, are mediocre when their heads hit the pillow at night, when their muscles grow old, when their pockets run dry. I want to encourage you that the goodness of the Lord never runs dry and it pursues you with passion.
You are not forgotten. You are not insignificant; and you are not just another face in the crowd. Breathe a sigh of relief tonight, because you don't have to search for belonging any more, my friend. Praise be to God!
Love,
Hannah
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