Her name is Precious.
And that she is.
She has no known relatives, but sure knows how to love.
She is a second grader no bigger than a five year old.
As I walk onto the school grounds she seems to see me through brick walls.
She comes bolting out of her classroom exclaiming "britty britty!"
She is like a metal detector that goes off whenever I am in a 100 yard radius of her.
She brings a smile to my face as she grabs my hand and walks me to where ever I am going!
Precious sees me.
We were shopping in the open air market, a collection of tables and tents all selling similar produce products.
People were scurrying all around us, trying to make their final selections before the market was closed for the afternoon rain.
I did a 360 degree turn taking in the banana stand, the orange table and the onions for sale down the way.
I watched Wilson, our driver, carry bags of tomatoes back to the car.
As the rain started to fall, I realized I was one of a kind.
I was the only white person at the entire market.
I stuck out like a sore thumb in my missionary dress, long brown hair, and blue eyes.
People saw me.
I was walking across the the school yard heading to my 5th grade classroom.
Children tugged at my hands in excitement, trying to get me into the classroom faster.
They saw my laptop in my hand and had heard that I had let my morning class watch the Lion King.
I felt like I was at a mosh pit of a rock concert- I wasn't taking any steps, but somehow I was moving closer to the classroom.
Then I saw a child come running across the yard right towards me, shouting, "Form 3 at window!"
I looked across the school yard and sure enough there was a window with several arms sticking out waving at me.
It was my precious Form 3 class that I only go to teach for 3 days, calling me to them.
Even in the middle of class, I caught their eye from across the way.
They saw me.
What do these three snapshots have in common?
I was seen.
I had asked the Lord to show up in a tangible way in my life.
To reveal Himself to me in the everyday.
And that's exactly what He did.
These were all great reminders of how the Lord sees me.
How He sees each of us.
He comes to us, to walk with us where ever we headed.
He notices us, even in the midst of all the hustle and bustle of life.
He sees us from across the yard and calls us to come to Him.
Sometimes I feel like I don't matter, that God has forgotten about me, and that I am not worthy of being sought after.
But then I am reminded that He always sees me.
I catch His eye every time.
He calls me precious.
He loves me.
He is always walking with me, picking me out of the crowd and calling me to him.
Isaiah 43:4
Since you are precious and honored in My sight, and because I love you.
