“Those who know your name, trust you, God, because you have never
deserted those who seek your help.” (Psalm 9:10)


Something seemed a bit off with our new neighbor while we chatted that early spring evening, keeping a close watch as our kids rode their bikes up and down our neighborhood street. Glancing away for several seconds, listening, as my neighbor shared about her troubled life. Then, looking back in the direction of the kids, we no longer saw them. “Maybe they rode down to the other end of the street?” we wondered.


My husband, Steve, and I half-walked, half-ran down our street while calling out our son’s name. “Stay calm. Don’t panic. They’re fine,” I told myself, even though fear had its’ grip around my rapid-beating heart. Suddenly, we stopped. Sitting on the sidewalk, my son’s and his friend’s bikes, abandoned. The kids, no where in sight. My heart sank. It was a parents’ worst nightmare. My son was missing! Did they wander off with some other neighborhood kids? Or were they taken by some unsavory individual intent on harming them?

                                                 “Stay calm. Don’t panic. They’re fine.”

A panic and a dread like I’ve never known before hit me as though I had been sucker punched. We began searching, calling out my son’s name, as other neighbors joined us. With each step, each shout, fear’s grasp increased – the fear that my son was taken and harmed, a real possibility. Tears streaming, the only words I could muster, “Help. Please God, help.”

                                                              “Help. Please God, help.”

Continuing our search, the song “Home” by Philip Phillips  played in my head. “This is an odd time for a song,” I thought. Some of the words caught my attention: “Settle down, it’ll all be clear. Don’t pay no mind to the demons, they fill you with fear. The trouble – it might drag you down. If you get lost, you can always be found. Just know you’re not alone, ’cause I’m gonna make this place your home.”

A deep peace flowed through my body, from head to toe, replacing my fear with God’s assurance – He has His eye on my son, he’s safe, and we’ll find him (Philippians 4:7, “The peace of God reassures our hearts,” my paraphrase).

An agonizing two-hours later, with the help of some kind police officers, the kids were found – scared, but safe. I’d never been so happy! Tears of relief and a grateful heart, my son and I hugged tight, so tight I didn’t want to ever let him go, that is, until – “Mom, you’re squeezing me!”

God is so very personal. Just as He knows us, He wants us to know Him, and not just on a head-knowledge level, but on a heart-level. Our image of God transforms as we get to know Him and experience Him in our everyday lives through His peace, love, compassion,  and grace, building a closeness, an intimacy between us and God.

My son and his friend were physically lost, then found. What are you missing in your life? What are you searching for? Whatever it is, whatever you need, God wants to help you. He knows, He cares, and He loves you so very much. ~


God Sees You


{Sailing on the North Channel}

“…You are the God who sees me…” {Genesis 16:13}

Pat, pat, pat. The early morning drizzle and cold breeze accentuated my deep physical and emotional fatigue. Coughing and cold, I was trying to keep focused on de-rigging my sailboat after a long weekend of camping with family.

I kept replaying the scene over and over again…watching her use the baby things I loaned her and pushing her baby in my stroller – my heart breaking. Choking back tears, I silently cried, “God, what about me? It’s so painful watching her doing the very thing I desperately want – to mother another child.  So many roadblocks, drama, and stress, will this adoption work out? Is this even meant to be? I just don’t know anymore.” Pushing aside my pain, the most important thing was the well-being of the baby and what was best for him.

As my husband and I finished de-rigging our boat a stranger walked by. “Sounds like some R&R is needed,” he said. I froze. No words would come.  I nodded and smiled slightly, agreeing with him. I watched as the stranger, wearing a fisherman’s hat, climbed into his small boat, motoring away from the dock, disappearing into the distance. In that ordinary yet sacred moment God whispered, “I see you. I see your pain. Come and rest with Me.”

Something happens when God whispers, “I see you.” Like the child who says, “Mom, Dad, did you see me?” we no longer feel invisible, our pain no longer unnoticed, by the One who loves us most.

“there is a God who sees you and He loves you very much.”

In her book, “The God Who Sees You” Tammy Maltby says, “God sees you. He sees your needs and yearns to fill them. He suffers beside you. He sees your weariness and offers you His strength.”

“God reveals himself in deeply personal ways” says Holley Gerth (“You’re Going to Be Okay”). “When stress comes into our lives, one of the most difficult parts can be feeling as if no one really sees…but there is One who promises His eyes are upon us. Even when we are in the desert and without hope, God sees. And it’s not just that He notices – it’s that He knows us. Deeply, intimately, completely.”

“When you are brokenhearted, I (God) am close to you (Psalm 34:18).” I felt God’s closeness, His presence, deeply and personally when He sent a stranger with a fisherman’s hat to remind me He sees, He cares, and gives rest for my weary soul – that’s grace.

Do you know Him? The One who sees you, your pain – the pain no one else sees, the pain you cover and hide because you’re afraid? Rest assured there is a God who sees you and He loves you so very much.~

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**all underlining and parenthesis are my emphasis.**