Hagar, pregnant and desperate, despised by her mistress and ignored by the father of her child, fled into the desert. Taking refuge next to a well, an angel materialized and changed her life with a prophecy about her future and the future of her son.
Overwhelmed by this tenderness, She named the well, “Beer Lahai Roi,” or, the “well of the Living One who sees me.” In doing so she gave God a new name, the God who sees me.
Hagar was young, carrying a child, alone, scared. Her mother was not in sight when she was forced by her mistress, and used by her master, in a misguided plan to build a family legacy. The desert beckoned. Hagar had no where else to flee and no family or friends to take her in. No one even knew where she was. Hagar was invisible.
Invisibility. We often feel it. Who knows us? Who sees us? Who cares about our heartache, or our quietly desperate circumstances? When our only option is to run, who’s at the end of our road?
The God who sees me. God, who comforted the pregnant slave girl, sees. God sees the desperate. God sees you and me. What hope. What promise. What attention to detail. What value in every human life. The God who sees me sent his angel for Hagar, and sent his son for us.
Take a deep breath and rest in that truth for a moment. Wherever you are, whatever you’re facing, regardless of your misfortune, the God who sees me is watching over you.
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