God sees me where I am

I wasn’t sure what to share in my blog this week. Sometimes I have a clear idea well in advance. Other times something fresh pops into my mind just at the right moment. This week, nothing fresh has presented itself, which seemed like the ideal opportunity to dip into some of my past journal entries. And there I came across this, written in September 2016 but no less true today:

As the blade of grass sways in the field, God sees it.
As the wave laps at the shore, God hears it.
As the wind rushes through the trees, God feels it.
Every grain of sand, He has counted.
Every hair on your head, He knows.
When a sparrow falls from the sky, He notices its passing.

Everything created came from Him.
Everything in nature that moves does so at His command.
The sun does not rise but for Him giving the instruction.

And yet – and yet – He has time for me.
In a world of seven billion people, He has time for me.
He wants to spend time with me as I seek to spend time with Him.
He wants to spend time with me even when I let life’s trivialities distract me from spending time with Him.
He sees my sleeping and my waking.
He sees my toil and my rest.

He knows the words on my lips even before they have formed on the thoughts of my mind, even before they have filtered into my brain.
He knows the desires of my heart today but, greater than that, He know the desires that will be on my heart tomorrow.
Some He will grant. Some He won’t. Each decision, I know, He takes for my best interests.

His plan for my life is immeasurably better than any plan I could draw up for myself.
I can only wonder at where the next path will take me on my journey with Him, ever knowing He is at my side in companionship, before me leading the way and behind me urging me on.

I am in awe at His greatness, His generosity and His love, yet I can understand so little of it with my human mind.

One day all will be revealed.
Until then I will continue to walk by faith into the great things He has set out for me and not by sight into the limited things I can see for myself.

Sarah Moore is the author of For the Love of Lentil, A journey of longing, loss and abundant grace, which tells the story of her experience of pregnancy and miscarriage. Copies of the book are available here.