Have you ever felt like you’re just a face in the crowd and no one knows you’re there? I think it’s something we all have experienced I know I have myself.
I am sure that the crowd sees us, just as we can see all the faces in the crowd. But why then can we feel so alone all in the midst of all those people?
Oh the reasons could be many.
I know that for me,I’m an introvert; I don’t do well mingling. I do well one on one, you get to know the person… who they are. Mingling just produces a series of shallow conversations from a series of… shallow people.
Then I stop and think for a minute not in my head but in my heart and remember that God knows me intimately in the all crowded faces, he knows each person intimately.
That is beyond my understanding, but by faith I believe what His word says;
O’lord, thou hast searched me, and known me.
Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.
Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether.
Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.
If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.
Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.
For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.
I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee. ( psalms 139: 1-18 kj)
So when I feel like just a face in the crowd, there is always someone who sees me… thank you Lord for knowing me.
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