He Loves Us As We Are: Being Watched Over

As a father steals into his child’s half-lit bedroom
slowly, quietly, standing long and long
counting the breaths before finally slipping
back out, taking care not to wake her,

and as that night-lit child is fully awake the whole
time, with closed eyes, measured breathing,
savoring a delicious blessing she couldn’t
name but will remember her whole life,

how often we feel we’re being watched over,
or that we’re secretly looking in on the ones
we love, even when they are far away,
or even as they are lost in the sleep

no one wakes from—what we know
and what we feel can fully coincide, like love
and worry, like taking care in full silence
and secrecy, like darkness and light together.

~David Graham “Listening for Your Name

“How I long for the months gone by,
    for the days when God watched over me,
when his lamp shone on my head
    and by his light I walked through darkness!
Job 29:2-3

Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
~Mary Oliver, “The Uses of Sorrow”


The season of Lent
is a box full of darkness
given to us by Someone who loves us
enough to watch over us even as we sleep.

The Light is already here
but the darkness has not yet dissipated.

It takes a lifetime to understand,
if we ever do:
we are watched over
as we watch over one another.

By opening the gift of darkness,
we allow a Light in
where none was before.

Light pours through the cracks
of our sorrow and brokenness
as we are watched with care,
as we illuminate amid the shadows,
as we are loved with the deepest of concern.

This year’s Lenten theme for Barnstorming:

God sees us as we are,
loves us as we are,
and accepts us as we are.
But by His grace,
He does not leave us where we are.
~Tim Keller

Another sleepless night
I’m turning in my bed
Long before the red sun rises

In these early hours
I’m falling again
Into the river of my worries

When the river runs away
I find a shelter in your name

Jesus, only light on the shore
Only hope in the storm
Jesus, let me fly to your side
There I would hide, Jesus

Hear my anxious prayer
The beating of my heart
The pulse and the measure of my unbelief
Speak your words to me
Before I come apart
Help me believe in what I cannot see
Before the river runs away
I will call upon your name

Jesus, only light on the shore
Only hope in the storm
Jesus, let me fly to your side
There I would hide, Jesus
~Elaine Rubenstein, Fernando Ortega

One thought on “He Loves Us As We Are: Being Watched Over

  1. Thank you for posting Elaine Rubenstein’s strikingly human fears that we all share, especially in times of great peril when we are terrified and totally alone asking, ‘Who will protect and save us?”.
    Rubenstein obviously digs deep here.

    I have been thinking of this posting all day. It reminds me so much of John’s Gospel, ‘Bread of Life Discourse’ (6: 22-69) wherein Jesus offered up the bread and wine, using the terms ‘body and blood.’ The crowd were shocked at those words, unable to accept them. They left the room.

    Here is the point that rocks my soul and usually brings the lump in my throat and, eventually, a rush of God-loving tears:
    grateful for His Grace and gift of saving faith and trust — even if I do falter at times and say, ‘Lord, Why? Where are You’?

    “As a result of this, many of His disciples returned to their former way of life
    and no longer accompanied him. Jesus then said to the Twelve, ‘Do you also
    want to leave?’ Simon Peter answered Him, ‘Master, to whom shall we go?’
    You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and are
    convinced that you are the Holy One of God'”

    INDEED……

    :

    .

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