The God Who Sees Me ~

This past week, I was led back to my journal entries from August of 2025.
I rarely read old journal entries. Once I've written something, I tend to leave it on the page and keep moving forward. But after a conversation with a friend that invited reflection on where I was ten months ago, I found myself turning the pages and revisiting a season that followed my Camino.
What I discovered wasn't what I expected.
The journals weren't filled with grand plans or specific prayers for what would come next. Instead, they were filled with gratitude. Gratitude for waking up. Gratitude for the sunrise. Gratitude for being on the journey.
I wrote that God was calling me toward something more, though I had no idea what that “more” would look like. At the time, I had begun shifting from writing Tuck the Fringe to writing Untucked. The stories and reflections seemed to flow from a deeper place. I sensed that the healing journey I had been writing for myself was becoming something I might eventually share with others.
As I reflected on that season, another realization surfaced.
I still find places where I am tucked.
In the quiet whispers.
The ones that tell me I am not enough.
How quickly the voices of the past can feel more powerful than the truth we have spent years uncovering.
As I sat with those thoughts, one of my devotionals guided me to the story of Hagar in Genesis. I had never really read it before, just a few short verses with an amazing impact.
Hagar finds herself alone in the wilderness, caught in circumstances she did not create and carrying wounds she did not deserve. And yet God meets her there.
And after the encounter, Hagar gives God a name:
“You are the God who sees me.”
That phrase has stayed with me all week.
Because the deepest longing of the human heart is not to be admired, validated, or even understood.
It is simply to be seen.
Not for what we accomplish or how we appear to others.
But for who we really are.
As I sat with that story, another thought emerged.
For years, I have carried the voices of people who told me, directly or indirectly, that I was not enough. I have spent much of my life trying to prove those voices wrong.
But what if that was never my job?
What if I do not need to prove they were wrong?
What if they were never qualified to judge me in the first place?
That feels like a threshold worth crossing.
Because I no longer need to build my life around overturning someone else’s verdict of me.
Maybe that is what this season is teaching me.
The God who sees me is not asking me to earn my worth.
The God who sees me is inviting me to trust what He already sees in me.
And that truly is enough.

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