so more than 1000 people have viewed the post my friend Candi graciously shared with me about being a parent of small children when it doesn’t necessarily go well or feel good all of the time [which for this little blog is a lot of people which has been exciting to see and will hopefully continue to encourage those out there who may be struggling with some of the same stuff] and so this is a sequal of sorts to that.
firstly Candi has a recently started blog [with just one post] called Moments with a Mom, which she is hoping to write some more for and that first post is really worth a read so please go and check it out and leave some encouragement for her there if you appreciated her story at all.
but then Candi sent me a video link for a 6 minute video clip by a woman called Nicole Johnson [who i had never heard of before so can’t verify whether any of the rest of her stuff is worth checking out or anything] titled ‘The Invisible Woman’ and so i watched it and it got me really close to tears [which as a lot of you know is quite a feat, altho it seems less and less these days, maybe i’m just being exposed to better stuff or maybe this old hard-hearted dude is finally softening a little?] and so i encourage you to watch it.
i think it is specifically aimed at moms or maybe wives, but i think it’s a great piece for all of us to watch, just in terms of being aware of what we add to the ‘making someone feel invisible’ phenomenon, and also because i imagine each one of us feels a little invisible at some time or other and would love a friendly reminder from God or the people around us that we do matter, that we are seen. so give it a watch and i’d like to hear your thoughts afterwards:
Irresistibly Fish 
Interesting. I have heard it said that women of a certain age tend to be and feel “invisible”; I don’t know if men would say the same of themselves. But the point that God sees everything reminded me of a thought that came to me a few years ago: I was feeling rather like a “bare branch” because I was single and past childbearing age and my immediate family line would end with me and my equally single, childless brother…and while I’ve never had a burning desire for children and was not really grieving that so much, I did feel like I had no legacy. Then, very quietly, I felt something in my mind that sounded like “I gave you words” (I’m a writer). And I realized my words were, in a sense, my offspring. But it didn’t end there…later, when I was worrying about whether my words would ever find an audience, and what would the writing of them signify if they didn’t, I was picturing a field with no harvest, and again a most subtle thought came to me that if God gave me the talent, then even if no human ever read me, He would still be honored by my using that talent.
Hope that makes sense. Thank you for sharing Candi’s wisdom.