I had started typing something else completely and decided to put that away for another day because I suddenly felt so strongly that God has laid something different on my heart for today. And it’s this…
For the mother who feels like she is ready to pull her hair out, who has had all she can stand for one day of screaming kids and bathroom interruptions and ingratitude, who just wants a minute alone to herself to breathe and regroup…He knows how you feel. He’s stood in front of crowds of people who have demanded His attention, pulled and tugged on His clothes, and yelled at Him for doing good things on days when they said He wasn’t supposed to be doing anything. People followed Him from place to place, hanging on His every word. He had to get up at the crack of dawn just to get some time alone to be with His father.
For the friend who has been back-stabbed by someone loved and trusted, by someone you shared your secrets with, by someone you poured out your heart to…He understands. He’s been betrayed by one of His closest friends. He shared His heart with someone who then turned their back on Him.
For the one who feels like they are without worth to anyone, that no one listens to them, that people find it easier to ignore them than acknowledge them…He’s been there. His life was sold for 30 pieces of silver. The people in His own hometown wouldn’t listen to Him, questioned His authority. People still even after His ultimate sacrifice choose to ignore Him, to say He never existed, that He wasn’t who He claimed to be.
For the one who feels ugly, undesirable, plain…He’s felt that. The Word says that He wasn’t beautiful or desirable, that there was nothing majestic about Him, that He probably just looked like everybody else. And by the time He endured the cross, He’d been beaten so severely that He was barely even recognizable as human.
For the one who feels overwhelmed by the draw of sin, that the temptations they face are just too strong, that they can’t get away from the thing…He lived that one out, weakened by the lack of food or water. He was offered the best the enemy had to give and fought back with the Word of God.
For the one who feels like the weight of the world is about to crush them, that they can’t possibly carry another thing…He’s bent under the crushing weight of the cross. He knows the moment when you just can’t carry it another inch and He knows the necessity of sometimes needing help from a brother or sister… just ask Simon the Cyrene.
For the one who has given and given and given only to have someone else take and take and take and never give anything back in return, to completely put yourself out there for someone else, to offer all you have only to have it thrown back in your face…happens to Him all the time. He gave everything He had on a tree on a hill ~ for me, for you, for all ~ and yet so many refuse to take what He has given. He laid down His very life for us. He gave it all. And there were people there that day who spit in His face, people who still today spit in His face.
Brother, He knows your secret pain, knows your fears, your struggles. Sister, He feels your hurt, knows your desires, your dreams. He’s not a here today, gone tomorrow kind of Savior. There’s not a step you take that He’s not with you, not a hair on your head that He hasn’t numbered. Don’t let the enemy lie to you and tell that no one understands, that no one cares.
And your pain is never wasted. Your struggles are never overlooked. Your tears are never ignored.
You matter to God, friend.
You matter to God.