Being Noticed

I’ve been traveling for several weeks, so when someone at church said to me, “I’ve missed you, where have you been?” it felt good. It felt good to be noticed. I wonder how many people come to church each week wondering if anyone noticed them? Is that why they stop coming, because no one noticed them? Every person is not only noticed by God but also loved deeply by Him. You are loved by Him and noticed by Him. He knows when you are missing-in-action, when you are hiding because of shame, or like me, just away and coming back.

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Fishing Without Him

He let them go fishing alone. They had caught nothing. They were washing their nets.

“Put out into the deep water, and let down the nets for a catch.” The stranger on the shore, the Savior of the world, makes a request of a weary fisherman.

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Childlike Faith

Mr. Book was at the public library yesterday. Mr. Book is not a human, but rather a robot of a friendly book. Two-year old Wesley approached Mr. Book tentatively, and was greeted with “Hi, what’s YOUR name?” With daddy’s help, Wesley gave his name, and said that he was two years old. They had a sweet discussion, during which time Wesley stared in utter amazement at the creature before him. He left with excitement for picking up some books to take home and “read.” What Wesley didn’t know was that there was a kind gentleman positioned in another part of the room with a headset. He spoke to each young child as they entered the library. He made their visit a personal, individual, experience. Some walked away skeptical, others were afraid, but most were thrilled.

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Overwhelmed

If we were honest when someone greets us with, “Hi. How are you doing?” we wouldn’t answer with the traditional, “Fine. You?” We’d say, “Overwhelmed. Totally. My to-do list has me by the throat and is squeezing the breath out of me.”

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From a Pilot’s Vantage

Tears blurred my eyes and sobs caught in my throat as I grabbed an umbrella to hurry outside. I rushed to the grass-covered airstrip. Looking up, the sky had only thick ominous clouds. It was “last light.” If the small Cessna didn’t land now, then darkness would prevent it from landing anywhere in the jungle—and my family on board would die. I heard the buzz of the plane as the pilot tried to find the short runway near the village where we lived as missionaries in Papua New Guinea.
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