{Overlooked}

Yesterday, Lisa-Jo (aka The Gypsy Mama) supplied a place for those who feel forgotten, or overlooked. Individuals who put their heart not just on their sleeve, but on the Interwebs for others to read and respond to. Sometimes people don’t always read, and frequently there is little or no response. The question then became, “was it worth sharing if no one shows up to read?

I’ve asked myself that same question plenty of times. Not just with blogging, although that’s the latest of my insecurities. In ministry, in hosting parties, in life — if no one sees, do I matter?


…You know me, O LORD; You see me… {Jeremiah 12:3}

The Bible tells us there is one who never sleeps, whose eye is always on us, who is intimately acquainted with all our ways.

He sees.

From the response to Lisa-Jo’s post, there are at least 105 individuals out there who have felt overlooked. I think that number is low. So, for all of you who have shared your life, opened your heart, and felt the sting of little or no response, I want to join Lisa-Jo in saying that you matter.

If you have a blog post that you feel not enough people have seen, I’d encourage you to link it up over at Lisa-Jo’s site. There it will be read by many who are eager to encourage and “see” you.

If it’s not blogging for you, I’d love to know what area of your life you are proudest of from this week, month or year that you wish more people knew about. It could be something you created, or an accomplishment you achieved, or a work God has done in your life. I want to rejoice with you in it, and I know from my experience yesterday, that others will be blessed by what you have to share.

Just leave a comment below, and if you have a link I’d love for you to share it!

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For those of you who haven’t already read it, below is my post that I wished more people had read…

Music Memories

The other day, as I was driving to pick Josh up from work, I was listening to a playlist on my iPhone.

The kids were in the back seat chattering away and I was feeling mentally exhausted.

A new song began streaming through my radio, and I recognized the intro to “A Long December” by Counting Crows. Suddenly I was 17-years-old and driving my little, blue Geo Metro. Instead of a backseat full of children, I have a group of my friends with me. We are all laughing and singing along to the radio.

As the song continued to play, I felt memory after memory of high school wash over me. Friends I hadn’t thought about it years, the emotions of being in a new relationship with Josh, and the carefree ability we had to go where we wanted whenever we wanted. Everything seemed young and fresh and fun.

The song changed and this time “Babylon” by David Gray brought me to my first year of marriage.

The coziness of our loft apartment, our first home as a married couple, surrounded me as I remembered listening to the song while I cleaned on my day off. I could picture our cats sitting on the couches and a fire in our little pink fireplace as the rain came down outside. Our marriage was new and sparkly and it felt more like make-believe than reality.

With a third song, “Yellow” by Coldplay, I am engaged and visiting Josh in California. We are driving down the freeway and excited to see each other after a month’s separation; what seemed like an eternity to me at the time. We are in love and excited for what the future holds. We talk about what our wedding will be like and he tells me about how this song, that I’d never heard, always makes him think of me.

And I realize that all of the memories that these songs are calling forth are softened by time; rose-tinted. The worries, fears and stresses that I was dealing with are minimized in the remembrance of the small joys I experienced. Laughing with friends, cleaning my house and planning a wedding replace the broken relationships of high school, the cancer my Grandma was battling during my engagement and the difficulties of the first year of marriage.

It made me think about how I view my life now and how I’ll view it in a few years.

What song will bring me back to this time when my kids are young and I get to spend each day with them? I realize that the joy of hearing them play together, the sweetness of baby arms wrapped around my neck and the excitement of celebrating their small victories will someday minimize the stress of finances, never-ending household chores and being frustratingly overwhelmed.

I silently pray:

“Dear God, please help me to recognize and appreciate the things of today as I’m living it, instead of tomorrow when I’m remembering it. Help me to have a softened, rose-tinted view of my life and acknowledge the joys that surround me.”

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22 thoughts on “{Overlooked}

  1. You hit this one square — so true, so true. Hindsight is through rose-colored glasses. The trick is to look at and live today with the same appreciation and joy. It’s a challenge! I’m glad you re-posted this one today.

  2. I feel you. The silly posts or free giveaways get the comment numbers that affirm my heart, but the deeper writings that I’m most proud of many times get chirpin’ crickets. So often I find myself saying to myself (hello, lunatic!) that I’m writing because that’s what God wants me to do..number will not move me (cha, right). I do feel alive encouraging women and if the response is or isn’t there…I will be found faithful (and, alive!) doing just that. God bless you sister and keep milemarking God’s work with music!

    • It’s hard not to feel let down if there’s not the response we were hoping for. It makes me wonder if God feels let down when we don’t respond to His grace and mercy and blessings in the way we should. God bless you! And know that you never really can tell who you have reached or ministered to with your words! :)

  3. i think this year i am most proud of that fact that i am still breathing. that even though i feel certain most days the cracking of my bones resonates for all to see and hear. . .i am still alive, only by the grace of God. that i had nothing to do with any of it and refuse to take credit for one ounce of it. i want Jesus to be famous in that breaking, cracking, breathing. . .everything. when i say ‘i am nothing without Him.’ i mean it.

  4. Wow…I love that post. Music is a big part of my life as well. (Literally saved my life at one point.) It’s amazing to me how a single song can make my brain flash back 20+ years to something I haven’t remembered since that night. It’s why “All 80s Weekend on Jack-FM” can be a mixed bag for me.

    If hope you don’t mind me adding two posts for your consideration. :)

    http://www.jcwert.com/2010/12/07/why-i-want-to-meet-rush-when-they-come-to-nashville/

    http://www.jcwert.com/2010/11/06/the-last-three-weeks/

    • I read both of these posts when you originally published them. But, I’m glad you shared them here for others to check out. The one about meeting rush was such an amazing story! Music definitely saved your life, thank God! :) I appreciate how you’re always so genuine in your writing, Jason!

  5. Sometimes we just have to live to the other side of the muck to see the joy. I think it is part of being human, and that is what grace is for.

    I didn’t realize you had redone your blog until you referenced it last night in your comment! I keep up with you in my Reader, but this is beautiful! I am glad to inspire…

  6. I’m glad you have joys to remember now, and remember later, and live now, and relive later. I pray for your present to be lived in, and loved in, and cherished, and then be made into soft memories – ’cause who needs the hard ones. God Bless you and yours Melissa. Merry Christmas.

    And I get a pass for not reading this the first time – I didn’t even know blogging existed then :)

  7. I’ve been blogging for 6.5 years. I learned long ago that the posts that get responses involve lists or baby names or giveaways.

    The posts where I practically bleed on the screen? Nothing. Oh, well. Like I said, I learned this long ago and it no longer hurts my feelings. The most annoying commenting issue to me is when people don’t comment when I share it’s my kid’s birthday (this just happened). I figure my all my kids will read my blog some day and I don’t want them to be hurt by the lack of caring. My older kids read it now. And how long does it take to write Happy Birthday? About 1 second. It’s actually pretty silly that it bothers me so much because I couldn’t care less if people comment on my other stuff. If it bothered me, I would have quit long ago. But, in 2011 I am not going to mention birthdays at all. The people who love my kiddos don’t need a bloggy reminder.

    It helps to remember there are around 400 MILLION blogs written in English right now. Literally. 400 MILLION. I am but a speck, but it’s a speck I am fond of.

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