Can you see it?
No, I suspected you might not. But it’s there. Right in the middle of the photo.
It’s between the biggish tree just left of centre and the pile of cut undergrowth just right of centre. In fact, to help you, I’ve even left my glove there as a background for it. The glove is orange, but perhaps not vibrant enough to stand out much. Can you see it yet? Maybe if you zoom in a bit…
Maybe you’ve not spotted it yet, and yet, long before my glove was there highlighting it, it was there. Just doing its thing. Year in, year out. We’ve been living in this house for four-and-a-half years now, and this is the first time this patch of ground has been cleared. And yet, under all that undergrowth, it just kept plodding on with life. This is the first time I’ve seen it. In fact, probably the first time anyone’s noticed it in years. But it kept going.
Shall I put you out of your misery and give your straining eyes a break?
Well, here it is.
Beautiful, isn’t it?
Nothing dramatic. Just quietly hidden away. Do you ever feel like that? Do you ever feel that you’re just plodding on and no-one’s noticed? You’re just carrying on doing your thing. Doing what you know brings your loving Father glory and yet no-one’s spotted you. Well, let me tell you something.
One day, maybe someone will clear up some of the undergrowth that you’re in. Maybe the nettles, the brambles and the ivy will be cleared and you’ll be spotted. Or maybe not. But you’re beautiful all the same.
Maybe that’s not you. Maybe you’re a bit more noticeable, maybe you’d describe yourself in a different way altogether. But is there someone you know who could do with being noticed? Someone who could do with an encouraging word? Someone who might benefit from having you battle through the undergrowth and notice them quietly glorifying God where He’s put them?
Tell them this week. It doesn’t need to be a fanfare. Just a word of thanks. Well, two words of thanks really. One to them, and one to their Father.