The One Who Sees Me
Every morning I start my day with a barrage of devotionals. Our Daily Bread. Forward Day by Day. Jesus Calling. The Confident Woman. I drink my coffee under the light of my photo box (New England winters are dark, man) and spend this quiet, beautiful time getting my priorities in check.
It began on Tuesday with the story of Hagar. I was reading a book called Beginnings, by Steve Weins (I also throw in books after my devotional time), and he went in depth on the story of Abram, Sarai, and Hagar. I'm not going to reiterate the whole thing, but his insight made me think differently about a story I knew well but hadn't really thought about before, at least not from Hagar's perspective. The take-home Wow moment for me was realizing how she must have felt when she went into the wilderness, and why she was going there, and the fact that God met in her in the wilderness (the first person he meets in the wilderness, in fact, is Hagar--a foreigner, a woman, a servant, who was fleeing yet again [her name means flight]). She declares to him, "You are the One who sees me."
Long story short, it gave new light to a familiar story.
Well, the next day my Forward Day by Day reading was Galatians 4, a section on Sarai and Hagar. And today, Our Daily Bread was entitled "You see me," and was the story of God meeting Hagar in the wilderness. AND the scripture of the day in Jesus Calling was the exact verse, Genesis 16:13, where she says, "You are the One who sees me."
Think I'm being told something here??
(These are all completely separate books, or websites, that have no connection with one another or uniform way of picking scripture.)
And in my lunch gathering today, we focused on the power there is in saying something three times. One of the women there, who's from China, said there's a Chinese parable regarding this idea that if you lie three times it becomes real to those hearing it. As a scientist, she said three is the magic number for tests. And here I was, three times receiving the same verse.
I don't know what it means, exactly--although I have an idea, but it was just really cool to be at the receiving end of it. I felt, I guess you could say, seen. Remembered. Cared for.
My day's joy was really a spiritual high...this story is just a glimmer of the internal world I was living in.
However, in more tangible news, I got to catch up with a friend I haven't seen since I returned from Greece and he invited me to a restaurant I didn't even know existed. Can you imagine?! It just opened. And here's some more joy for you, in food form.
Cover photo from this website.