There weren't many things that Hagar was certain of, but she was certain that her son was dying and that she couldn't stand by and watch. So she hid. She was also certain that she had no where, no one, to turn to. She was an outcast. Rejected by her master, cast out by her son's father. With no friends and no resources Hagar was in every sense of the word, alone.
Yet she wasn't. And this wasn't the first time she had hid in the desert. Nearly two decades earlier she found herself despised and rejected. Belly swollen with the same son who now waits to die, she ran away from all that she feared. And there in her fear, in the dessert, the angel of the Lord came to her. That day Hagar was comforted and she named the place where the Lord appeared to her Beer Lahai Roi, well of the Living One who sees me.
And now once again she finds herself in a desert place. Yet she had forgotten the promises spoken to her from the One who Sees. And in His rich mercy He again appears. For a second time the God who Sees sees Hagar. He sees and He provides water and life and hope.
The famine had finally made its way to her house. It was just the two of them, the widow and her son. The cupboards were bare save a handful of flour and a few drops of oil. Desperate with no one to turn to for help she does the only thing she knows to do.
She left the boy to go gather enough wood to cook their final meal and then watch her son slowly die of starvation. It is there that she meets the Prophet of God. Their meeting is not chance or coincidence, the God who Sees arranged it.
There she is presented with the opportunity to serve this Man of God, and she does. She fetches water for him. A momentary distraction from the reality of her situation, she willingly stops her work to give to the Prophet. And the God who Sees sees her. Sees her lack, sees her desperation, sees that with nothing to give she still gave. And the God who Sees sent provision, sent food, sent hope.
She was hot, and tired. Tired of drawing water at midday. Tired of the shame she wore. Tired of searching for love and never finding it. Once again she travels alone to the well to draw water for her family. But this day there was a man at the well. A man who wanted something from her. This she was used to, for there seemed to always be a man who wanted something from her. Today the man's request was water. But there was something different about this man, he a Jew and her a Samaritan.
Over the course of their conversation she began to realize that this was no chance encounter with a random stranger. For this man didn't really want water from her that day. No, He came to give her water. Living water. Water that leaves you satisfies and not empty.
This day she meets the God who Sees. And He sees more than her circumstances, He sees her heart. He sees past her physical need to the unspoken longing of her heart. He sees her pain, sees her loneliness, sees her need. And the God who Sees offers her more than water for the body, He offers water for her soul, He offers hope.
I relate to all three of these women. For I too am a woman who often feels alone, a woman facing many needs, a woman with a longing heart. I often feel forgotten, unnoticed, overlooked. I worry about provision. I wonder about the future. I question the motives of my heart. And then I remember that the God who Sees sees me.
He sees me when I am strong and full of praise. He sees me when I am timid and afraid. He sees me when I cry in the night. He sees me when I feel alone and unloved. He sees me. Always. He sees and He knows and He provides. And because He sees I have hope.
"Let all the earth fear the Lord; let all the people of the world revere Him. For He spoke, and it came to be; He commanded, and it stood firm. The Lord foils the plans of the nations; He thwarts the purposes of the peoples. But the plans of the Lord stand firm forever, the purposes of His hear through all generations. Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord, the people He chose for His inheritance. From heaven the Lord looks down and sees all mankind; from His dwelling place He watches all who live on earth—He who forms the hearts of all, who considers everything they do. No king is saved by the size of his army; no warrior escapes by his great strength. A horse is a vain hope for deliverance; despite all its great strength it cannot save. But the eyes of the Lord are on those who fear Him, on those whose hope is in His unfailing love, to deliver them from death and keep them alive in famine. We wait in hope for the Lord; He is our help and our shield. In Him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name. May your unfailing love rest upon us, O Lord, even as we put our hope in You." Psalm 33:8-22