My Momma Was Mean
September 22, 2020
“If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there… even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast…even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you” (Psalm 139:8-12, NIV 1984).
She’s an intelligent woman, about my age, facing significant medical issues. When we finished her health exam, God gave me the foresight to sit and listen. She mentioned her faith in Christ and said, “That’s what got me through it all.” She continued, “I grew up picking cotton in Southern Georgia, starting at the age of five. My momma was mean, but my father and my grandmother loved me. My grandmother would pray with me and teach me Scripture. She used to tell me over and over, ‘Remember. The good Lord loves you. The good Lord sees you.’ When I left home, I went through my cuttin’ up days, but those words and their love brought me back. That’s what gets me through these health problems, and that’s what got me through my son’s murder.”
“The good Lord loves you. The good Lord sees you.”
These words hold incredible power to carry us through life.
The God of the Universe loves me, always, and He sees me, always.
He sees me in my darkest moments, at times when it would be irrational to love me.
And yet He sees me and loves me with irrational love.
He sees me when there is no one left to hold me. He sees me, and He holds me fast.
He sees me and He loves me—always. He loves me when I love Him. He loves me when I turn away. He loves me when I worship. He loves me when my self-centered ego stinks like dead fish.
God sees me, and He loves me.
And it is this seeing-me-whom-He-loves that guides me home when I wander; and it is this loving-me-whom-He-sees that bears me up when the Evil One does his worst.
“The good Lord loves you. The good Lord sees you.”
Dear Father,
Let walk through each day with the awareness that I am loved and I am seen.
Amen