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To Be Noticed

Carl had a bath yesterday and he sure does look good. The funny thing is he has actually been strutting around the house like he thinks he is handsome. His coat is shinier and softer and when I reach down to pet him, I have a strong urge to stroke his ego and tell him what a good looking dog he is. Being only a little older than a year, I can say he is in his prime. When we take our walks, he pushes out his chest and stands a little taller. I can almost hear his thoughts telling others to look his way. And they do.

On the other hand, every time I look in the mirror, I am reminded that I am way past my prime. The years that were good to me in the past are now sketched across my face, making it impossible to forget my age.  The days of fair skin and tight waist lines are long gone. Now, I walk through life without being noticed.

As I read through the gospel, I become aware of three women that Jesus noticed. Not in their prime but in the waning years of life.  There was the woman at the well that had been married five times. She must have had wrinkles and her skin probably showed the ware of rejection by so many of her former husbands.  It is amazing to think that our Lord and Savior would take the time to notice this woman and share with her the gift of life.

Another woman mentioned in the gospels stood, weeping, as the men carried her only adult son out on a stretcher to be buried.  The mourners surrounding her were unable to comfort this woman from the pain that racked her heart. Then Jesus noticed her and approached her son and did the impossible.

Lastly, there was the woman who had been declared unclean due to the unending bleeding that she suffered from. After twelve years of this traumatizing condition, with no solution in sight, this woman found her way to Jesus. Though he was surrounded by a massive crowd, she forced herself close enough to touch his garment. And in that touch, Jesus stopped and for the first time in over a decade, she was noticed.

Reading these accounts of these women reminds me that Jesus didn’t look at a person’s appearance or social status but looked at their heart. Each woman had a unique need and a faith that Jesus noticed. Would Jesus notice me? Would he see my faith if he was here today? My prayer and hope is that he would and he does.

As for Carl, he is being noticed. But he also seems to never get enough attention to feel good about himself. It makes me think that if we can place our focus on obtaining Jesus’ attention and not the people around us, we would also find the life that Jesus so freely gave to these women. FullSizeRender

 

 

Published by Cora Darrah

Hello. My name is Cora. I live in Durham, North Carolina with my husband and two French Bulldogs, Vern and Bee. For thirty-two years, I taught children with unique needs. When I was eligible for retirement, I decided it was time to explore life from a different perspective. So with pen and paper, I have taken up blogging about two of the most extraordinary pets I know. More important than my pooches, is my relationship with God. I love God! He has blessed me with the gift of writing and I want to share what he is teaching me as I look through the eyes of four legged friends. So if you would like to experience how God works in all his creatures, join us on our adventure! When I first started blogging, my Frenchie, Carl inspired me through his crazy antics. But as life has it, Carl had to leave this world at the tender age of four. After a period of mourning for my little guy, I brought Vern home where he has ruled the roost. Oh, did I mention Bee, the Frenchie with a girl attitude and enough spunk to keep Vern in line. Come along beside us as we dive into God’s word and learn morsels of the treasures that only the scriptures can teach us. Vern and Bee would love to get to know you as well, so please feel free to follow us and share your comments….

2 thoughts on “To Be Noticed

  1. How very thought-provoking! You have such a gift of getting across His message for us through your precious Carl. 🙂

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