He Sees You

We were at a restaurant Sunday afternoon celebrating our Grandparent's 67th anniversary. The place was crowded - the kind of crowded where you can't move for fear of knocking someone into their plate. Brian, De and I were visiting about how incredible it was to think of the crowds that pressed in to see Jesus. There were thousands. I was aware of a few of the people who were at the restaurant that day, but mostly all the faces just blurred together. Isn't it incredible how Jesus, even though it took his disciples to keep the people from crushing Him, could still know that someone touched Him - not touched His body, but simply touched the hem of His robe.

Our God is extremely personal. He sees each and every one of us. He knows our innermost being - He even knows the number of hairs on our head. Even with the millions upon millions of people in this world, He sees me. It's incredible that I can feel His presence with me - that when I have a need, just like the woman who touched Jesus' robe, He is there for me. Today, if you are in need of something call out to the One who sees you right where you are. The One who looks into the multitudes and singles you out. He hears you. You don't have to clamour for His attention. You are the apple of His eye - you have His undivided attention.