Reflection for the day

Have you ever felt like no one is listening to you? I am constantly feeling like that. Don't get me wrong I have a wonderful husband who listens to me all the time even when I am complaining and I have wonderful family who also listens to me and I have wonderful friends who listen to me. However, I feel like some people just don't listen to me. I can say something or give an idea and I feel like I am just shot down with that idea or even with what I just said and I feel like sometimes I just don't exist. It hurts me that I am thinking this way and it is causing me to be sad more then usual. In all honesty I don't want to feel this way and I just want to feel like I am a part of a group and that I am being listened to but I just don't know how to start feeling this way. Just the other day (Thursday 4-11) I was in the woman's bible study (We are study The Lamb of God by Nancy Guthrie) and well my friend and sister in Christ Karen Cook brought up how the first thing Moses heard from the burning bush was his name and then she started to sing He knows my name He knows my every thought, which made me think about my hard times and how God knew my name, he knew what I was thinking and he heard each tear that I shed. It also make me think of the day we sang that at The Harbor and my friend Karen Dill looked at me and told me it was my song. It was my song and I feel that this is still my song! :)

I Have A Maker 

I have a maker
He formed my heart,
before even time began
My life was in his hands

He knows my name
He knows my every thought,
He sees each tear that falls
and hears me when I call

I have a father,
he calls me his own
He'll never leave me,
no matter where I go

He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
and hears me when I call

He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
and hears me when I call

He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And hears me when I call
He hears me when I call

It seems that at this time in my walk (and it has almost been 2 years now... July 3rd, 2011) I am seeing that my maker does know my name, he knows what I am thinking and how I feel, he sees each tear I have shed, and he hears me when I call.