“When I stopped shrinking, I started healing.” —LT
I didn’t mean to start my blog so soon.
Honestly, I had everything drafted and scheduled, but I still wasn’t ready to release it yet. I just needed someone to tell me it was “good enough” and then I’d publish it. But somehow I forgot about the schedule, and it posted without me realizing it.
I panicked.
And I almost deleted it.
Almost.
But something whispered,
“You never know what God will do.”
That moment changed everything.
Week by week, blog after blog, I’ve been writing through stories I thought I had already healed from… wounds I assumed were closed. But with each post, God has been peeling back layers I didn’t know were still there. Each blog has become a mirror, forcing me to sit with myself, reflect, and finally bring things to Him that I once tried to handle alone.
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A Question That Broke Me Open
Last week, someone sent me a set of reflection questions, and one of them stopped me in my tracks:
“How do I respond when I feel rejected, unseen, or misunderstood?
Am I able to process those feelings without spiraling or attaching the treatment to my identity?”
Mmm… man, did that hit deep. Especially the first question.
Because the truth is, I’d always gone inward, like a crab in its shell or a turtle hiding inside itself.
So I didn’t even recognize when I felt misunderstood or unseen, I naturally drew inward. I just did it. It felt comforting. A lot easier than expressing myself. I didn’t know how to sit with those emotions without spiraling. I didn’t know how to stop myself from questioning my worth. Instead, I would shut down or start pushing people away, because I didn’t know how to communicate my needs in a healthy way. It felt easier not to deal with it at all.
In that moment, I realized something:
I wasn’t just answering a question.
I was being healed.
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When God Shows You You
God was using reflection to show me how deeply I longed to be seen. Not just acknowledged, but truly known. And not just by people, but by Him.
“You have searched me, Lord, and you know me.”
— Psalm 139:1 (NIV)
That one moment unraveled something in me. It exposed how much of my life had been shaped by a hidden ache to be understood, to be heard, to be noticed without having to beg for it.
It brought up memories of times when I was intentionally being mischievous just to be seen. It reminded me of the moments I shrunk myself just to feel accepted.
But God never asked me to shrink.
He asks me to trust.
And then… through someone’s simple act of kindness, someone who had no idea what I was walking through, God reminded me what I needed most:
Safety. Affirmation. Gentleness.
Not performance. Not perfection.
Just presence.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
— Psalm 34:18 (NIV)
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The Weight of Feeling Unseen
It’s wild how one question can pull up decades of emotion.
I realized that this feeling of being unseen had impacted how I show up in every space, family, friendships, relationships, and even in my faith. I’ve spent so much of my life trying to prove I was worth seeing, hoping someone would look past my facade of strength and see my heart.
My real heart.
The one that’s tender. Pure. Intentional. Not perfect, but full of desire for hope and healing.
In the middle of that unraveling, God started showing me… me.
Not the strong version I carry.
Not the “put-together” one I wear for the world.
But the buried version.
The little girl who just wanted to be known and needed to feel safe.
And He didn’t come through a sermon.
He didn’t send some loud sign.
He came through reflection. Through writing.
Through a blog I didn’t even mean to start yet.
Because He knew that’s what it would take to reach me.
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The Power of Being Seen by God
“Even the hairs of your head are all numbered. So do not be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”
— Luke 12:7 (NIV)
Being seen by God doesn’t just comfort me, it’s changing me from the inside out.
Because when He sees me, I begin to see myself clearly too.
Not through the lenses of people’s perception of me, but through the truth of His love.
He’s not just healing me.
He’s revealing me.
He’s lifting the weight I didn’t know I was still carrying.
And in return, He’s giving me identity.
Wholeness.
Peace.
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Philippians 1:6 — The Thread Through It All
I didn’t realize it at the time, but when that first blog post went live, God was initiating something holy:
“And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.”
—Philippians 1:6 (ESV)
This blog isn’t just a platform.
It’s a place where God is finishing what He started.
He’s digging up the buried parts of me, dusting them off, and reminding me:
You’re not invisible. You never were.
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Three Scriptures for the Unseen
Psalm 139:1–2 (NIV)
“You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.”
(God sees the real you… even the parts you’ve hidden from yourself.)
Isaiah 43:1 (NLT)
“Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name; you are mine.”
(You’re not a burden or a mistake… you are His. Fully claimed and deeply loved.)
Romans 8:26 (NLT)
“The Holy Spirit helps us in our weakness… the Spirit prays for us with groanings that cannot be expressed in words.”
(Even when you don’t know how to express your pain, God hears the cry of your heart.)
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You Are Worth Being Seen
If you’ve ever felt unseen… by family, by friends, even in your faith walk, I want you to know:
You are not invisible.
You are not too much.
You are not forgotten.
You are chosen.
You are known.
You are worth being seen.
And here’s what I want you to know too:
God’s transformation in me hasn’t just healed me, I’ve been renewed.
I used to have no fight in me. I’d shut down.
But now? I run to Him with my pain, my confusion, my cries for help. I don’t retreat, I lean in.
And I look forward to the tests, because I know breakthrough lives on the other side of them.
Where I once saw no light, I now see hope.
Where my foundation used to crumble, I now stand on solid Rock.
This space I’m in?
It’s sacred.
And I want to stay here.
God has made me more loving, more patient, more caring.
He’s not just doing a good work in me, He’s doing a beautiful one.
And that’s the kind of love that spills over into everything I do.
So I’ll keep writing.
Keep healing.
Keep fighting.
Because the woman He’s raising up in me…
She’s no longer unseen.
She’s chosen by grace. Equipped by the Father. And deeply loved by Him.
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A Prayer For The One Who’s Hurting
Heavenly Father,
I lift up every heart that feels unseen, misunderstood, or broken. Remind them that they are fully known and deeply loved by You.
In their pain, may they feel Your presence like never before. Give them the courage to lay their burdens at Your feet and the faith to believe You are working even in the silence.
Heal what’s hurting, speak peace over the chaos in their lives, and surround them with Your love. Remind them that their story is not over. You are still writing it.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen.
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If this post resonated with you, I’d love to hear your story.
Remember healing is a journey, not a destination and you’re not walking this healing journey alone.
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