He saw me before…

God saw me before anyone forgot me.

When the crowd’s eyes moved past me, scanning for someone else to notice, His gaze stayed fixed. He never skimmed over me, never skipped my name in the roll call of the redeemed. To Him, I have never been background noise or a filler in someone else’s story.

Long before this world mislabeled me, He named me.

Before words like “too much” or “not enough” were spoken over me, He whispered a name that carried weight, worth, and eternal belonging. Before rejection carved its marks, before misunderstanding wrapped around me like chains, I was already known. Deeply, fully, thoroughly known.

And isn’t that what my heart aches for? To not just be seen in passing, but seen in entirety? To not just be tolerated, but treasured? To not just be noticed, but named? That is what He has done.

He saw me when I was invisible.

He called me when silence drowned out every other voice.

He named me when the world tried to rename me.

He understood me when I was written off and misunderstood.

So today I choose to shake the dust of false names off my soul. I will not answer to labels that heaven never gave me. I will not shrink back into shadows where I was never meant to live. I will not despise the God who saw me first, who loved me most, who named me before time began.

And if He has called me by name, then I am not lost. If He has fixed His gaze upon me, then I am not forgotten.

If He has known me in full, then I am not misunderstood.

I am His.

And that is enough.