Invisible
again
Forgotten,
ignored
Silence
overwhelms in the noise
And then
And then
Just a
whisper, your voice
Piercing this
din
Reminding me
Reminding me-
Not
forgotten
Not abandoned
Set apart
for your design
I remember
You never
forget
A promise
I used to joke about being the invisible woman. Trouble was it wasn't really a joke. I often felt invisible. I tend to be introspective, introverted and quite happy alone. But when I was hurting every fiber of me screamed to be noticed, to be heard, and I felt even MORE invisible. Eventually I found myself again, began to find my place, to embrace who I am, and to see that I can reach people others can't because I am unassuming. There are days though this cloak of invisibility is a burden, when loneliness overwhelms.
This is how I was feeling on Sunday morning. And it hurt.
I sat down & found my pen & notebook & scratched out the first two lines, letting self pity hold sway. The music began, and I stood to sing, to lose myself. It was a struggle at first. And then the music team began to play Downhere's song "Holy". I am fond of this whole album (The Altar of Love) and had been thinking I needed to put it back in my car. As we sang the lonely prophets of the Old Testament came to mind & then reminders of the great promises I have been given, and the ones I have seen come to pass. The loneliness left me, I no longer felt forgotten & invisible. The music ended, and again I found my notebook & pen.
Perhaps this makes little sense. Perhaps you have never felt this way. And perhaps you need to remember He does hear, He does answer, and He does keep His promises.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtDdEk12QpI
