To Be Seen Genesis 16:13 - Personal Blog of Trisha rapley, Australian Author.
- Trisha Rapley

- 5 days ago
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There are moments in life when the world feels heavy, when the noise presses against the edges of the soul, and no one seems to understand the quiet storms within. I have felt that—the ache of invisibility, the longing to be fully known, fully accepted, fully loved.
And then you appear, Lord, you sent him, the one through whom your grace whispers, and suddenly, he stands before me, who makes the fear of being misunderstood fade into light. He does not demand, he does not judge; he simply sees me. Truly sees me. Not the version I try to show the world, not the armour I wear to survive, but the heart that trembles beneath it all.
It is a strange and sacred vulnerability—to give someone the space to see every scar, every shadow, every longing, and to let them hold it gently, without fear, without expectation, because God has already prepared the heart to receive it. Love is not earned here. It is a gift placed by divine hands, and to be met with openness, grace, and understanding is a miracle in itself.
There is longing in this love—a desire that hums beneath every glance, every word, every pause. It is not possession, it is devotion. It is the way our breaths synchronise in silence, the way hearts respond to one another before words can form. It is the power of presence, the ache of yearning, and the joy of being recognised without pretence.
Fear and hope exist side by side.
Fear of rejection, fear of being too much, fear of being invisible again. Yet hope anchors the heart—hope placed there by God. Because even in the quiet ache of uncertainty, even in the pauses where words fail, God’s presence reminds me: to be seen is a gift, to be loved is holy, and to surrender my heart in prayer is an act of faith.
And in this sacred seeing, love becomes transformative. It reshapes the soul, softens the heart, and teaches that intimacy is not rushing, not needing, not demanding, but waiting with reverence, trusting in God’s timing. To be loved is not about proving worth—it is about being present, being honest, being faithful to the heart God has placed in my care.
This love thrives in patience, in attention, in quiet gestures that speak louder than words. Every glance, every brush of a hand, every shared breath becomes sacred when God is at the centre. It is in this space that hearts are healed, spirits are lifted, and the ache of invisibility transforms into the power of being fully known.
I am seen.
I am loved.
I am recognised not because I deserve it, not because I earned it, but because God, in His infinite wisdom, prepared this encounter, this moment, this soul connection.
And in His presence, love becomes a sanctuary—not fleeting, not fragile, but eternal, unconditional, and transformative.
To be fully seen is to be fully alive.
To be fully loved is to be fully free.
And in God, in this sacred encounter, I am both.
She gave this name to the Lord who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen the One who sees me.
Genesis 16:13
Lord,
Thank you for the gift of being truly seen. For the moments when hearts recognise one another, and your presence whispers through the spaces between.
Thank you for love that does not demand proof, that does not weigh the heart down with expectation, but flows freely, intentionally, and unconditionally.
Guide us to love as you love, to see as you see, and to open our hearts without fear, trusting that every soul you place before us is part of your divine plan.
Teach us patience, humility, and reverence in every connection. Let every touch, every glance, every breath shared reflect your grace and your faithfulness.
May our hearts remain tender and aligned with you, allowing your presence to shape our love, our intentions, and our actions. And may we always remember that to be seen and to be loved is a sacred gift from you, Lord, one that transforms us and draws us closer to you.
Amen.

To Be Seen Genesis 16:13 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.









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