Dear Heavenly Father,Thank you for my wonderful trip to the dentist's today. Thank you for my Dad and for Sigor Ros and that my Dad wants to listen and is willing to listen to music that I choose. That he's curious to know what I like and why I like it. Thank you for the joy of being known and having a good Father. Even though, of course, being known by a human is incomplete (a human can't know me fully), and my father can't be fully what my Heavenly Father is (he can't be with me always, support, encourage, affirm always). But you, Father, have blessed me with a father who goes as far as he can go to fill that picture. My father hasn't left my picture of my Heavenly Father wanting. Thank you so much for that, God. I know that this is not typical, and I know that it's not by his effort only, so I sit here, silent and in gratitude.
I'm happy that my dentist was so happy with my teeth. Golly, he and his assistant were nice. Thank you also for the little bird with the red on his head that I could see outside the window at the office. I'm also glad the T.V. was off eventually.
Whefw! Television and noise and my dad listening to the radio and seeing each other and not seeing each other and why!
God! You are amazing! The complexity of Human existence is mind-blowing! It's beautiful! It's terrifying and heartbreaking and lonely and sad and wonderful.
Thank you for my shoes. I like the look of them, and they are hugging my feet. Thank you for my life-changing hoodie and, more to the meaning, for the loving uncle, aunt and cousins they came from.
Thank you for flavor. I can taste coffee and chocolate, and I can taste them even now, and I know that there is a God. A you.
There is a "you". (Now that I think about it.) There is a person to whom we can make our whole lives a "hey you!" Someone to whom we can direct that. There is someone who I can point my life at, who will notice me.
WHO. CREATED. ME. TO BE NOTICED! And I know, God, that as my other friends hear me pray this, they are not quite tracking with what I'm saying. Save me from the distorted version of being noticed. May I live for you.
You are lovely, God. And you love me, and I'm so grateful for you.
Love,
4 comments:
I love this post! I love Tuesday.
One because I love your Daddy too! He's such a blessing. He's so loving, what a gift.
Two because I love your Dentist and his lovely assistants. And I know where you were sitting when you saw the pretty bird out of the window. Somehow that makes my day. Funny but true.
Three because we all crave being noticed, and really being seen in this world. Truly only God can ever see or notice all of who we are. There is a duality there for me... Scared that God notices all those things I am not proud of and encouraged that he sees my potential too (which I think we often miss). The desire to be noticed is natural, having the drive to be noticed take over our life can be where sin comes into play.
Thank you for commenting, Katie! Thanks for reading my post and thinking about it and processing it back to me. It means a lot to me!
Oooo! I love this post and Tuesdays too! We should start a club Katie!
I'm so thankful for all the wonderful gifts that God has given that you mention here. He is so good to give us parents, and birds, and even dentists. These are all little gifts He gives simply because He loves us! Amazing!
As I think about your processing process, I think its a very good thing that you write all this out and share it with others. Its a blessing.
Where has this wonderful little tradition gone?
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