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Invisible

Sometimes it seems like all we do is invisible, right?

We put ourselves out there, but we are invisible.  Those we want to see us, don't.
We do all we can to make someone happy, but we can't all the time.
We change who we are (for the better), and yet no one seems to recognize this.
We have great ideas, but our closest friends don't see them as "great".
We look for ways to surprise people, but they don't want the surprise.
We smile even when it hurts, yet others don't smile back.
We fight back the tears to appear strong, so no one sees how weak we really are.
We are the shoulder for everyone else to cry on, but everyone disappears when we need a shoulder.
We give advice, but no one wants it.
Then when we don't give advice, people ask why we have nothing to say.
We are quiet so as not to argue, but they don't see it as peaceful, they see it as passive.
We know we are right sometimes, but to someone, we are always wrong.

But these are all people.  And what do we care about people?  Obviously, we care what those we love think about us, see in us.  But who cares most of all?  Who sees all the "invisible" things we do, think, and say?  God.  And who is the one who is most important?  Also God.  So next time you feel invisible, hit your knees, sob til your tear ducts dry out, pour out your soul...and know that someone is listening, someone cares, and someone is YOUR shoulder to cry on.  The Lord knows us best of anyone, for it is He who created us, it is He who sees all.  He knows how everything will turn out, and if we trust in Him, we can be assured that a greater happiness is in store.  God does not plan for anyone to fail.  We are His children, and He loves us more than we can fathom.  He has great things in store, even for the invisible.

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