Forgotten Dot

This past week has been one of the most precious weeks and an amazing way to end 2010 and begin 2011. Shall I elaborate? Mmmkk.

Sometimes I feel forgotten. Sometimes I feel like a dot. Not a special dot, just a dot - the same color and shape as all the other dots. Seemingly insignificant, unworthy of any special comments. Nothing to be framed or placed on a mantel. Just a dot.

But God loves dots. And He loves to show us how much he loves us and more importantly, sees US. Not just a dot in a world of dots (I'm saying dot a lot, huh?) but YOU and ME and who we are not just the body He's placed our spirits and personalities in. He sees our hearts.

I'm on Twitter. I Tweet. I Tweet-stalk ...Twalk? I feel like I'm apart of my hero's lives this way. One in particular, Kari Jobe, worship leader/songwriter/singer extrordinaire. On Monday I "happened" to be in a mall in myrtle beach, with my mom and sister doing our usual after Christmas shopping fest. I just "happened" to have been in the food court. I just "happened" to have spotted a guy who looked like he was in a band so I nodded at his outfit and thought nothing of it until I saw who was standing next to him. Kari Jobe. After some prodding from my sister (I couldn't breathe) I introduced myself (she introduced herself back, as if she needed to tell me who she was...I knew what she got for Christmas...)and got a picture with her.

I was shocked. Emotional. Couldn't fathom what had just happened. What in the WORLD was Kari Jobe doing in myrtle beach south carolina, in the food court, right when I was there???

As I walked away, trying to regain my breath and think about what just happened I felt tears swell up in my eyes and the overwhelming sense that that moment hadn't just "happened", it had been given. It had been picked out, wrapped, with my name on it. It had been the surprise gift that God was just bouncing up and down with excitement and could barely wait to give to me and see my reaction. It was special because it might not have meant a lot to someone, but he picked it out with me in mind because he knows me. He knows what makes me feel special and important. He knows the desires of my heart.

Tuesday I left for CRU's winter conference, Encounter. While I was there God reminded me so many times how well He knows me. He knows how worried I am about wanting to do ministry but wondering how my teaching debt will get paid back. He knows how much I love praying for people in need and helping them. He knows how much I love theological discussions with wise men of God. He knows. Why? Because He loves me. He loves you. You are not forgotten. Your dreams that you've put on the shelf because they look to big or the time doesn't seem right - are not forgotten by God. The promises He made to you when you were 11 are not forgotten and will surely be fulfilled. Why? Because He knows you. He sees you. He loves you.

This is going to be the greatest year of your life, yet. How do I know? Because He loves you.

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