You’re head knows the Truth but try telling your heart. That our lives are seen when no one else notices. Straight from our farm this week He showed me how love hurts.
It wasn’t a typical morning. This day, I was cow-herding with our neighbor-dairy-farmer friend who was here as a favor. One lone cow was all I needed but this is tricky business. Made especially harder when you have little helping cowboys.
And I have one wrangler who moonlights as a knight and he took his position on the trampoline near the commotion. Sword saber in hand, imaginary battles commenced as he jabbed, twirled and pummeled the “enemy”.
But the battle was near nervous cows.
So a cease-fire was ordered and he made a dejected but grumpy retreat while I wrestled the cow away to its trailer. Then, I went and found my son standing silently in the house, scowling and downcast.
And I wrestled with my impatience. I wanted to hurry and get back on track. Try create some sort of order from a schedule that was now out of whack. Instead I’m dealing with a skirmish and I wanted to wave the white flag, or fire some rounds.
But then I caught a glimpse on his face, a telling sign I’d missed earlier and recognition registered.
His knightly battle display on the trampoline was really his heart up on a stage, putting on a show just for us.
His sad eyes told the tale. How I’ve been mirrored there. How we’re all mirrored in there one way or another.
We’re kin to David and threaded to the throne of Christ because we’ve known a day where “scorn has broken my heart… I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but I found none.” Psalm 69:20
We’ve twirled something special for someone to notice. Poured our heart into it and quietly waited on the sidelines, because we did it for them. But a comment, a situation, or silence comes along and we ended up feeling like we’re just bothering cows.
Being un-noticed doesn’t take much to hurt.
It could be friends getting together without you. Or everywhere someone is having a baby, except you. Or you need to be where they are because you’re missing it.
Then there’s the friend who never has time for you. Or isolation all day with a silent phone and dead quiet. No text, no email, no tweets, no Facebook messages (or the fact you don’t have Facebook while everyone else does). Like everyone’s communicating in a code you’re not privy too and you fell into a black, friendless hole camouflaged by a life passing you by.
But you are noticed. Perhaps the group we feel excluded from is more about our hunger for a True Friend. Perhaps the unborn baby isn’t just about the womb, but how we’re a Spiritual birthing place for those around us. Perhaps all the empty social media plugs is more about our need to communicate with Love. The possibilities are endless with “..the God who sees me”. Genesis 16:13
All our un-noticed moments are turning points back to our first Love. A time for detours and go where love burns. It’s more than bossing our hearts around, it’s about striking the match and becoming part of the Flame.
“Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.” Song of Solomon 8:6
By Tammy, If Meadows Speak
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BlessedMama says
You couldn’t have described it better, even if you had been inside my heart, when you wrote “you fell into a black, friendless hole camouflaged by a life passing you by”.
Thank you for this post of truth.
Tammy@If Meadows Speak says
Oh my, BlessedMama, do I know this heart. May He echo Truth in it’s seemingly emptied passageways and fill it to the brim with Life. One thing I’ve learned, to wait on His friendships for me, an oh-so lonely walk (this wait), but isn’t our grip on Him even tighter during those trips?
Holley Gerth says
So wonderful to see lovely you and your words here today, Tammy! Thanks for the encouragement as we start a new week!
Tammy@If Meadows Speak says
Holley! You’re my cup-of-joe in the mornings. Most days, I just stalk your page and leave a bit of cheer and a Touch, a Nudge, or a plain ol’ shove! (:
Tammy@If Meadows Speak says
Well, that’d be “leave {with} a bit of cheer”….(fuddy fingers)
Teri @ StumblingAroundInTheLight says
Tender words – reflecting the angst of loneliness we all feel sometimes. Sweet reminder to be one that pays attention, to be one that reaches out & notices & cares!
Thanks, Tammy.
Tammy@If Meadows Speak says
It’s hard to be in those shoes…. I’m sure I turned His fingers {a hypothetical} blue from all my hand squeezing. And He puts people on our hearts, so we can be part of His “noticing” business. 😉
Wendy Gunn @ Faith's Firm Foundation says
You wrote my heart out in words, painted a picture of my week. I wrote today how God spoke to that emptiness and questioning heart in my post for Monday, “Needing Encouragement?” (http://www.wendygunn.net/2011/05/needing-encouragement-mondays-are-great.html) God is so good to show me through you that I’m not alone, and turn my focus away from me, to Him. I am a channel of His love, used by Him, not responsible for the results, only love and obedience.
Blessings on your day, Tammy, and thanks for using your amazing writing gifts for His glory!
Wendy
Tammy@If Meadows Speak says
The Body of Christ really does need eachother, if for nothing else, encouragement to run the race. Thanks to YOU, Wendy, for being one of those encouraging voices.
I Live in an Antbed says
Such a great reminder to this mama to see their hearts. Especially in the busy times. Especially when they are struggling. I must see them, see their hearts. I am so very thankful He sees me. Always!
Tammy@If Meadows Speak says
In all my human-ness, I know I miss those heart moments, many times. It’s only more “proof” why our kids need Him. A good friend told me recently: if we, as parents were perfect, they wouldn’t need Christ. On so many levels, that simple statment has set me free. And yes! Me too, so thankful He always sees. (:
Belinda says
So amazing. I accidentally stumbled on this post looking for another one and I had just commented to my husband that “no one who knows me cares about my blog”. Writing, posting are creative outlets for me and I don’t really do it for tons of readers. But, I began to wonder if my friends were giving me a message with their lack of interest. Kinda trying not to care but wondering if I was being snubbed somehow. Then it was just a big ole pity party. I really don’t why I blog but , maybe , just as an outlet because I do feel isolated and disconnected sometimes. Then, I read this and I just feel better. Funny how God works that out:)
Tammy@If Meadows Speak says
Belinda, I’m wearing a big smile where you wrote “I accidentally stumbled on this post…..” I love how He orchestrates those kind of “accidents” to remind us of who we are in Him.
Nikole Hahn says
It’s about being the one that takes that first step instead of waiting to be noticed. Being the example and showing love, sacrafice, committment to something bigger than we are and loving unconditionally. Sometimes people don’t know how to show love and if we show love to them they might warm up. :o)
Tammy@If Meadows Speak says
It always comes back to Love, doesn’t it? I’m a pupil in this daily tuteludge, knowing how I short mine falls many times, which leads me right back to His.
Shanyn says
One farm Mama to another, thank you for this post. Thank you for your performer and helper. Thank you for the love you wrote. Bright blessings…
Tammy@If Meadows Speak says
After globe-trotting, I never imagined settling, to a farm. But it suits me. I love how God shows us our heart’s desire, even when we don’t know our own. He does. 🙂
Brianne says
Thanks for this! I do feel like this often and I am sensing God calling me to further tap into and live in His Love!!