The world population is around 7 billion and yet we are not just a face in the crowd. God sees us as specific individuals. He is real and looking at you right now, right where you are at, right this second. Imagine that. He knows what we think, what we do. He knows us better than we know ourselves.
There are many recorded stories and various miracles in the Gospel which shows He knows us and knows us well.
Here’s one that I’ve always marveled and clung to: Mark 5:25 (NIV) says, “And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years. She had suffered a great deal under the care of many doctors and had spent all she had, yet instead of getting better she grew worse.”
He knew the days, months, and years that she was sick. He knew what was wrong, even when the doctors did not know. He knew just how desperate she was.
What of those who do die, who don’t get better? Does God know them? Is He listening to them? What about my mom? She died. She was only 42-years-old. I was a 5-year-old the day my dad came home, put his head on the kitchen table and cried from his belly. Did God remember her and him? Did He listen to her desperate attempts to live?
I believe with all my heart that He did. I don’t claim to have all the answers. However, I did not harden my heart and I’ve come to think of death as a beginning, not as an ending. We cling to life here, don’t we? This precious, difficult walk, full of raw beauty, a bitter sweet gift we’re given. When someone dies, we cry out in anguish and in despair, “God how could You?” But, are we missing the point? If you think you love this life, just wait until you see the mansions He has built!
We are His people, He loves us.
God is real … you are special … trust that He knows you and sees you now.
In this complex and impersonal age, it is awesome to know and serve the personal and loving God who has numbered even the hairs on our heads.