Invisible, inconsequential, me.

I’m a person who shies away from attention, I don’t desire for it.

I’m also a person who is forgettable, and I’m actually pretty used to it. I expect to be forgotten.

 

But..

I guess it still hurts a little, knowing that even though I stand at a place where I thought I would at least have an outline or a shadow, I’m still invisible, inconsequential.

 

I’m not riled up, instead am resigned to it, I think to myself what’s new?

But, you know, this isn’t like other situations (I wouldn’t care less), so it does hurt.

 

(Hmm, I’m strangely identifying with ‘Mister Cellophane’ in ‘Chicago’! You’d notice him… )

 

Perhaps it just doesn’t seem that way to others. I suppose I’m nowhere near?

Then I guess I’m just getting what I deserve, reaping what I sow, taking in what I gave.

 

Yet, even as I’m typing this, something tells me to simply drop this and look to Jesus instead. Even if I am invisible and inconsequential to others, I am seen and loved by Jesus. And that’s all that matters, right?

 

For all the human injustice I feel, dear Lord help me to remember that recognition from man will never satisfy, but only in you, can we find true satisfaction.