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It’s so easy to get lost,

To see yourself moving to the back of the line,

Because you’re not as pretty, as generous, as loving, as powerful, or as holy as the rest.

All you really have is God,

And even this one thing feels so far from reach.

In the multitude,

It’s easy to feel unseen, unheard,

Like you could disappear and no one would notice,

You could be gone without a sound,

You feel abandoned and forsaken.

But what you don’t know is that He knows your name.

He calls you out from the crowd,

Like a Zacchaeus disadvantaged from the start,

Just because of his height.

Listen to His soft voice calling you out of the multitude,

An invitation to dinner,

To spend time with you,

To rest your weary head on His shoulders.

Listen to the sound of your name on His lips as he says, β€œCome.”

Can a woman forget her nursing child that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. – Isaiah 49:15

Love,

M.

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