without pretty much any contemplation at all, i hit the post comment button and wrote what first came to mind. here's my response:
i reread it quickly and then hit "submit comment."
then i thought about it. "wait, did i really just post that?" yes. yes i did.
the truth is that there are a lot of days when i do feel like that table. you know which one i'm talking about. the one that you unload on right when you walk in the door. the one that holds the mail. the one that catches your keys. the one that is always there without fail. the one that, if it wasn't there, you'd miss it, but you don't really notice the importance of it each time you pass by it. every day i'm here. i'm ol' reliable.
i was sick last thursday. i missed work. i don't ever miss work. ever since then, i've been thinking: "does anyone really even notice when i'm gone?" not necessarily just at work. do they notice when i miss church on sunday mornings? if i'm not there, wherever "there" may be, does it really matter? do people notice?
do i matter?
then i'm ever so gently reminded of psalm 139:
God knows me. he knows me. little ol' reliable me. he wants me. he know my heart. he knows my hurts. he knows my questions. my worries. he knows it all. and he still loves me.
the God of the universe that is greater than any of us could possibly ever fathom... he knows me.
so do i matter?
heck yeah i do.
he knows me.
he loves me.
i am his.