Still He Does Not Turn Away

The God who counts each strand of hair also knows the weight of every debt, the stories we hope no one asks to hear.

He knows the moment shame learned our name, the pains that tighten the chest at night, the memory we replay and wish undone.

And still He does not turn away.

He draws closer. Love leaning in.

He sees the roads not taken,

the words we swallowed,

the doors we didn’t open because fear spoke louder than hope.

He knows the ache of what might have been, the invitations missed,

the love lost or we were afraid to receive.

Yet even these are not wasted.

Regret becomes a teacher in His hands, missed moments a map…

not to shame us, but to guide us forward with clearer eyes.

So why do we retreat from one another? Why measure worth by polished edges, by bodies unmarked, by lives that appear unbroken?

Why fix our gaze on flaws…theirs or ours…on past mistakes that no longer breathe, instead of the strength it took to endure or overcome them?

How many connections are missed again because pride guards the door,

or fear whispers…If they see too much, they’ll leave?

I want to see as He sees…without flinching, without tallying failures or differences, without letting yesterday decide tomorrow.

I want to be seen not for who I was,

but for the heart being shaped

for what is still to come.

Let us seek the soul.

Let love be recognized.

And let every lesson open the way to renewed life.

“For the LORD sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the LORD looks on the heart.”

— 1 Samuel 16:7 (ESV)