Look at me. Watch me. See me!
Those words drip like rain from the lips of our kids as they grow and learn and discover this great big world around them. They are the unspoken longing of our teens seeping through in risky driving, daring clothes, intimate relationships, eating more, eating less, alcohol, drugs, false bravado, forced smiles, stuffed pain, self-harm, acting out, and sometimes even hiding behind a “good kid” façade, a veneer that says, “I don’t get sick, tired, upset, hurt.”
Because our kids just want to be seen and noticed and loved for who they are, not for what they do or how well they hide, but just because they are – living, breathing souls bearing the image of almighty God.
Look at me. Watch me. See me.
Those words still slip from my heart after more than four decades of life. Look at me. See me. Watch me. Notice me. Hear the silent cry of my heart. Wrap your arms around the brokenness and remind me that I’m beautiful, loved, desired. That I belong.
Child of God’s heart, whom He delights over with singing. Beloved. Not because of what I do or give or say or don’t, but just because I am. His. Imprinted with His image. Engraved on His Hand.
We weren’t created to achieve, measure up, do more, be more, climb higher, but to relate. To slow down and look one another in the eye. To pause, unhurried, and listen. To step out of our own self-absorbed, crazy, busy lives and notice. To see and care.
Last Sunday our pastor asked, “How would you save the world?”
My immediate response? One heart at a time.
No, I can’t save the world, but God can. And I might not have a very wide-reaching platform, but I can love one person. Notice and see and love one more lonely heart. Because every soul matters. Every single one of us longs to be seen, noticed, and loved.
Loneliness is rampant in our culture. Teen suicide has sky-rocketed in the past decade. Violence is erupting everywhere we turn. As a culture, need to slow down and choose to walk through this life with others. Choose to see and notice, to patiently, tenderly open our hands, our homes, our hearts. Choose to love deeply and without reserve. Choose to answer with the heart of one young woman in a small Israeli town more than 2000 years ago…
For then the floodgates of Heaven open, and Hope wrapped in fragile flesh, Love born in a stable, spill through time, cascading across our brokenness and tenderly igniting the flame of faith in our hearts, the inextinguishable Light of the World dispelling the darkness one heartbeat at a time.