Seen Known Loved

Updated: Oct 27, 2021

I never imagined my story would be worth telling but here I am doing just that. Oh don’t be impressed. It wasn’t me and still isn’t.

It’s all Him. It’s all Jesus.

My story became His and He became mine because He came. He met me where I was. He saw me for me.

No one had ever done that before.

They saw my mistakes.

I saw my shame.

And that was identity.

I had lived defined by who I thought I had to be, the boxes I thought I had to stay in, and all the opinions that seemed to matter more than truth.

I didn’t know my worth.

I didn’t know I mattered.

But then Jesus showed up and made my story His own.

He met me at the well.

He saw me…like no one else would.

Right there in my least expecting it.

Right there in my most craving it.

RIght there in my broken and empty chasing.

He told me of a love I didn’t know I needed, one that wouldn’t leave me thirsty again.

He told me all about me.