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, “Come.”
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.
Do I begin by saying how much I’ve missed the blog and its readers? Or do I begin with the story of how my life has been these past months? Well, I’ll start from the latter and arrive at the former. 
Sometimes God uses extreme situations to get our attention. I’ve found this to be true. Days when I’m doing everything right and following my usual routines seem ‘blah’ in comparison to days when I trip and fall into temptation. Days when imperfection is boldly written across my forehead. Such days when I feel like a worthless piece of rag God wouldn’t want to have anything to do with – those are the days when I hear Him. When I feel Him. When I know without a doubt, the undiluted grace of God. You wouldn’t know the gravity of forgiveness until you’ve done something really wrong. 
Dainty M. 