Invisible 30 January 2020

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Do you ever have those times in your life where you feel invisible? Or you see yourself functioning, but you aren’t really there?

What is it that we do or that others do that make it so a human being gets the idea that they are superfluous? That it doesn’t matter how much they have contributed because for whatever reason, it doesn’t count. Someone can devote their heart and soul, mind and body to a community, a family, a friend and find themselves on the outside, wishing they could be a part of a whole.

So I ask myself, where am I doing that to another? Who am I not seeing or loving? Why am I allowing others to come between? Where am I lacking grace? Who is waiting for that one little touch to know that they are so worthy? I don’t have the answers, but when I pray, I pray for God to put those invisible ones in my path and smack me upside the head to reach out them.

About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?
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2 Responses to Invisible 30 January 2020

  1. Sally Gerard says:

    You always get me and I never feel invisible with you. I pray for you every day as I know you also pray for me. I love that story and hadn’t considered that we might play any of those three roles, but you’re right and I don’t want to be the old man and I really don’t want to be the starfish that was passed by because it blended into the sand and she didn’t see it.

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  2. julieburgii says:

    We struggle with similar things, so I will pray for you if you pray for me. One of my team members this past summer reminded me of the story of the little girl on the beach throwing one starfish at a time into the ocean to save them. My friend Susan said there are three characters in this story: the little girl, the starfish and the man who comes upon her telling her the task is futile. There are times in our lives when we inhabit each of these roles. We want to be the little girl, saving lives, but if we are honest we know that sometimes we are the one who needs saving, and sometimes cynically we don’t see how a difference can be made. I’m in the role of the old man these days. Let me tell you that your writing and questioning gives me pause to know that you are the little girl when I am the starfish and you make a difference to me.

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