Noticed by Heaven
Well, would you look at that, friend? The Lord done opened up a fresh batch o’ daylight and handed us a brand-new day. And He’s invitin’ you to step right into it, so come on up to this here front porch and grab yourself a glass o’ sweet, iced tea. Git settled in ‘cause we’re fixin’ to mosey down a trail that’ll tug at your heart and tickle your funny bone all at once. This here Scripture showed up today like a lil’ ol’ beaver wanderin’ into a lumberyard, ready to get serious ‘bout somethin’. Psalm 147:3 tells us, “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” And if that don’t sound like a real soothin’ balm for a weary soul, I just ain’t got no idea what does.
Now picture this. Jesus is strollin’ through a crowd so thick you’d think it was the last day of the county fair, an’ He was the grand prize. Folks are bumpin’, hollerin’, reachin’ out, all wantin’ a piece of His attention. But right there in the middle of that holy hustle, one woman slips through like a determined hungry lil’ possum after a bag o’ feed. She has been bleedin’ for twelve long years, spent every penny she had on doctors who couldn’t help her, and she’s plumb desperate enough to reach for just the hem of Jesus’ robe.
And wouldn’t you know it, Jesus stops dead in His tracks and says, “Who touched Me?” The disciples look at Him like He’s askin’ who let all the cows outta the barn. “Lord,” they say, “everybody’s been touchin’ You.” But Jesus knew this touch was different. He felt power flow right out of Him, that holy healin’ power, and that woman was made whole right then and there.
Now, friend, that’s what really gets me. Out of all them people, Jesus saw her. He didn’t just see a crowd. He saw a single soul. He saw a story. He saw a woman who’d been overlooked more times than a lil’ ol’ turtle at a greyhound race.
We get to talkin’ ‘bout “the hurtin’” and “the homeless” like they’re such great categories, but Jesus sees faces. He sees the one who feels invisible. He sees the one who’s run outta options. He sees the one who’s hopin’ somebody finally notices. Maybe that somebody is you today. Or maybe God is nudgin’ you to see the one right in front of you. Maybe it’s the cashier with tired eyes. Maybe it’s the neighbor who’s been real quiet. Maybe it’s the friend who’s smilin’ but sinkin’ inside.
Father, thank You for seein’ me when I feel unseen. Help me notice the ones You place in my path, not as crowds but as precious souls. Give me eyes like Yours, full of compassion and courage to stop, listen, and love. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Well, now, I declare, friend, I reckon we’ve unpacked enough spiritual groceries for one day, and it’s time to let the Lord season the rest with His divine goodness. So, as you traipse back into your world, remember that the same Jesus who noticed one woman in a sea of people notices you, too. He has eyes sharper than a hawk and a heart gentler than a lamb. And when He heals the brokenhearted, He don’t just patch ‘em up. He makes ‘em whole enough to dance through life like a happy lil’ rooster struttin’ ‘round an’ gettin’ ready to crow real loud at sunrise.
With joy,
Gwen
