{"id":1167,"date":"2026-06-01T04:34:00","date_gmt":"2026-06-01T04:34:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/?p=1167"},"modified":"2026-02-01T11:13:54","modified_gmt":"2026-02-01T11:13:54","slug":"to-the-god-who-sees-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/to-the-god-who-sees-me\/","title":{"rendered":"To The God Who Sees Me"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Dear Diary<\/strong>
August 1, 2025<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not everyone gets centre stage. Some stories happen in the background. Some prayers are whispered in the wilderness. Some hearts carry weight without applause, without recognition. But that doesn\u2019t mean God isn\u2019t watching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let me tell you about a maid. A servant. A foreigner. Given. Used. Blamed. Then\u2014sent away. She was never meant to be the main character. But God had other plans. He met her face to face\u2014twice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her name was Hagar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her story began with someone else\u2019s problem: Sarah couldn\u2019t conceive, so she gave Hagar to Abraham to bear a child. Hagar got pregnant\u2014and suddenly, she wasn\u2019t just the servant. She had done what Sarah could not. It changed her. She\u2019s human\u2014we all feel that puffed-up pride when we do what others couldn\u2019t. But in her case, it cost her everything. Tension rose. Sarah grew bitter. Abraham turned passive. And Hagar? She ran. Pregnant and alone, she fled into the wilderness. No plan. No backup. No one calling her name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But God showed up. Not to Sarah, the wife of the promise. Not to Abraham, the father of nations. To the slave girl on the run. And He didn\u2019t just comfort her\u2014He blessed her. \u201cYou will have a son,\u201d He said, \u201cand I will increase your descendants so much they will be too numerous to count.\u201d It was the same kind of blessing Abraham received. And then, something remarkable happened: Hagar gave God a name. \u201cYou are the God who sees me.\u201d The first person in the Bible to name God\u2014not a king, not a prophet, but a woman the world had tried to forget.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Years passed. Isaac was born. Sarah finally had her miracle. And once again, Hagar and her son became a problem. So they were sent away. No more tent. No more covering. No more Abraham. She wandered the desert. The water ran out. Her son cried. She placed him under a bush and walked away\u2014because she couldn\u2019t bear to watch him die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And once more, in the silence, God came. \u201cDo not be afraid,\u201d said the angel. \u201cGod has heard the boy crying.\u201d Then God opened her eyes\u2014and she saw a well of water. He didn\u2019t create something new. He revealed what had been there all along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So what\u2019s the message? Some of us don\u2019t feel chosen. We feel passed over. Stuck in someone else\u2019s story. Carrying things quietly. Surviving things silently. And sometimes, we wonder: Does anyone see me?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hagar\u2019s story answers yes. God sees. He sees you running. He sees you breaking. He sees you holding on for someone else\u2019s sake. And He meets you where no one else is looking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today is August 1st. A brand-new month. A fresh page. The kind of day that invites quiet reflection\u2014before the rush begins again. Maybe this is your moment, too. Not to shout. Not to strive. But to whisper like Hagar did: \u201cYou are the God who sees me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And maybe\u2014just maybe\u2014He\u2019ll open your eyes to a well of water that\u2019s been beside you all along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To the overlooked soul: You are not invisible. You are not forgotten. You are seen. You are known. And your story isn\u2019t over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because being seen is sometimes the first miracle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And maybe, just maybe\u2014this new month is your beginning, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yours\u2014in still being seen.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Not everyone gets centre stage. But Hagar did something no one else had\u2014she named God. To the overlooked soul: you are seen, and your story isn\u2019t over.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1167","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dear-diary"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1167"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1206,"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167\/revisions\/1206"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1167"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1167"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1167"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}