Let me tell you again, “You’re not invisible!” I know that it feels like it. That when you look at your life and consider the massive amounts of pain, abuse, heartache, & self-destruction, and see yourself standing there all alone, you feel invisible. You can barely even see your own reflection in the mirror, you are fading into the walls, weeping, with no one to dry your eyes. I get it.
I understand that when you realize you feel invisible, you also recognize your deep desire to matter. To matter to someone, anyone. And, unfortunately, there are people who will come in right then and pretend that you matter, they will make you feel, briefly, that you’re no longer dismal, barely noticeable wallpaper. But, those brief moments will prove fruitless because these people who swoop in when you are vulnerable, are just trying to rectify their own feelings of uselessness.
Broken parts don’t heal broken parts. There must be a true adhesive. Something strong that can weld those pieces back, and though the outlines of the brokenness will remain, the whole will be strong again. Jesus is that adhesive. He is that healing agent that is necessary to fill in our cracks and holes. He is the ONLY Healer. Don’t reach out for other shredded bits of humanity in your longing for relief. Reach up to Him.
I know that seems like a placation, a churchy answer. But, as we lay face first on the ground, or wrapped in the arms of a friend who just wants to see us “happy,” we have to come to the revelation that the only person that sees us, all of us, even the crappy bits of us, is Christ. And though He can see all the hidden trash, all the heinous history, His arms are wide open. We matter to Him. He sees us and the way He shows it is amazing. Let me tell you a story…
A woman walked by my shop this afternoon. I’ve known her for a while, but she’s been absent from my life. My shop was invisible to her, my wave to garner her attention was equally invisible. So, rather than remain thus, I went after her. I brought her back into the shop and soon she was crying on my shoulder. “I’ve been so depressed,” she confided.
Here’s the amazing thing about churchy answers, Jesus shows up in us, for each other. I was comfort for her because she needed it. I didn’t know she needed that hug. I didn’t know she needed that moment of friendship. Yet, here she was telling me, “God set this up.” And, indeed He did because when we allow Him to live in us, He will move through us.
I went after her because I haven’t seen her in a while and I thought the store might entice her to make a purchase. We need to sell stuff. But instead, I was given the opportunity to give comfort as it has been given to me. This is a verse in Scripture that has been a hard one for me to swallow. I have often felt that my life has been without comfort.
Yet, Tuesday night I was able to cry with one of my sweetest, dearest friends, and as she hugged me, Jesus was there being my comfort. Today He was there again, being the comfort for someone else through me. We are not invisible, Jesus sees it all, and if we’ll let Him, He’ll heal it all too.
My only side note to that truth, is to be very aware of your own tendency to seek comfort in wrong things. Those people I mentioned previously, will always lead you toward the wrong things, that’s how you tell the difference. Be wise as serpents but innocent as doves, dear friends.
**Featured Image by Pete Slater (Flickr)