You Are Not Invisible

A little something different for the journey today…

We stand next to the row of tables
Women with books clenched to hearts
Eager to meet her
To ask her familiar scribbles on the inside cover
After a speech that touched lives.
I stand, joyful, eager to thank her
For words that leaped from pages
Changed me – showed melife can be good, again
I can give thanks, too
God gives good gifts
“Gratitude always precedes the miracle.”
She emerges from the stage
Sits in front of me, gathers pens
Looks up
Stands up
Reaches across table, smiling
Saying my name
“So good to meet you!”
Beautiful, warm smile – living words from the book I hold.
She hugs me
Knows my name from here, this strange cyber world
Scribbles a note rejoicing over me
Calls me, “Friend.”
Just like He does. Every day.
God of galaxies, a universe spread far beyond our grasp
Looks at us and smiles
Reaches across years for an embrace that says
“I see you.
You matter.
You are. . . truly

Why the poem?
I wrote this poem after one of the highlights of my weekend at She Speaks in North Carolina. As I walked to my room after this moment, tears streamed down, and I thought of why it meant so much to me. To be recognized, rejoiced over… when much of what I do feels invisible.

You’re seen, too, dear friend. What you’re doing in this world – in your home, your work, and your ministry – makes a difference to others. Keep stepping into your strengths and reaching out in to the areas you feel called to impact!



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  1. says

    So glad you enjoyed it. I was telling my hubby tonight that poetry is something I am really coming to love. It's not the usual thing for my site, but it's a way to share my heart :).