As a woman and as a mom to two daughters, I know how important it is to feel “seen”…not forgotten. The world defines “seen” as glossy, airbrushed magazine covers, perfect skin, model status weight (i.e. too skinny), Facebook and Instagram likes, popularity.
One word: perfection.
However, my definition is different.
It’s not the outward appearance or the superficial social media fame. It’s being truly seen. Seen and loved. Seen for who we are at the core of our beings. Seen for our gifts, our dreams, our talents, our fears, our hopes and our insecurities. We want to know we count. We want to feel we have a destiny and a purpose on this earth. We want to know we are heard.
I love this verse in the Bible from Genesis 16: 13, “She gave this name to the LORD who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen the One who sees me.” She was left in the dessert, abandoned and on the brink of death. God saw her. He rescued her and her child. When all had forsaken her, she was still seen by the One.
We are seen. Seen by the One who made us. We are not alone. He has given each of us a unique place in this world.
I believe part of my calling is to help young women realize they are seen; they are worth knowing and have something beautiful to give. It may be a senior about to embark on a new chapter in life or a young teenager struggling with those in between years as the world screams at them from every side and every ping on their phone could either give them a sense of fulfillment or destroy their world. When I meet them, I want to see them. I want them to walk away from their time with me knowing they are valued, beautiful and precious.
Too many give themselves away because they don’t believe they are worth it. They give themselves to boys and to the world’s fake embodiment of womanhood. They are the walking wounded, not realizing they are princesses in God’s eyes. He wants to hide them away in the palm of His hand. Seen but hidden.
I hope and pray I will have a part to play in building up these young women God places on my path.
As I typed this blog today, the words to this song enveloped me and I had to stop.
I closed my eyes as the words washed over me and I felt God’s heart for us all. I began typing again, typing as if I was playing an instrument, my fingers stroking the keys as I felt each word pour out of me.
“It’s two in the morning and I’m still awake in my bed
And I can’t shake these lies that keep running around in my head
What if I saw me the way that you see me
What if I believed it was true
What if I traded this shame and self-hatred
For a chance at believing you
That you knit me together in my mother’s womb
And you say that I’ve never been hidden from you
And you say that I’m wonderfully, wonderfully made
And You’re eyes, they have seen me before I was born
And you know all the good things that you made me for
And I’m wonderfully, wonderfully made.”