The Longing to Be Seen

And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart. (Jeremiah 29:13)

Wrestling with God and the Longing to Be Seen

There are seasons when the soul feels unseen—when the storms rage inside, and we wonder if anyone notices. The ache to be known isn’t weakness. It’s sacred.

We wrestle with silence, with God, with fear. We long for someone to draw near, for something that fits, for a reason to keep going. And in that wrestling, there’s intimacy. There’s hope.

Maybe we’re not running from God. Maybe we’re wrestling with Him. And maybe that’s a form of love.

A Poem for the Longing to Be Seen

I walk through storms with quiet grace, A soul unseen in time and place. The winds may howl, the floods may rise, but still, I search with open eyes.

I ache to be known, not just to survive, to feel the pulse of being alive. Not whole, not free, but still I stand, A fragile hope cupped in my hand.

I wrestle with silence, with God, with fear, Longing for someone to draw near. And though the answers may not come, I breathe, I reach, I won’t succumb.

So, if you see me, see me true— A soul that’s aching, yet breaking through. Not perfect, not finished, but still I try, to live, to love, to testify.

And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart. (Jeremiah 29:13)