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El Roi – God Who saw Hagar

Gen 16:13  Then she called the name of the LORD who spoke to her, You-Are-the-God-Who-Sees; for she said, “Have I also here seen Him who sees me?”

Hagar was Sarah’s maid and she never became anything else. Moreover, she despised Sarah and was dealt harshly because of that. To make things worse, Hagar ran away from her mistress.

It was a grave error during those times, to run away from your master or mistress. Yet, it did not stop Hagar from running away.

Yet the LORD’s eyes saw her. Saw Hagar, who was a maid, a slave who despised her mistress and was running away from Sarah. Yet the LORD saw her. He saw her during the worst time in her life.

There are times in my life, where my behaviour was not at its best. When was supposed to be grateful, I behaved as if they were destined to help me out. And I had been to my shares of wilderness and loneliness. And, unfortunately, I had been preached that the LORD covers His face from sinners like me.

But at the worst times in my life, I have seen the presence of the LORD. I have seen His face, just like Peter saw the face of the LORD after denying Him three times (Luke 22:61-62)

Why would the LORD look at me during those times? Unworthy as I am, it was hard for me to understand till I realized, I am His child. It was not by who I am, but because of His Son and my LORD Jesus Christ. And I now know that the LORD Who saw a maid in the wilderness is gracious and merciful and He will surely sees all His children.

Yes, dear friend, the  LORD sees you. Probably you are struggling with sin at this moment, but the LORD sees you. You may be struggling with people who are dealing harshly with you – and it may be even your fault, but El Roi is seeing with compassion at this very moment.

For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.” (Romans 8:15) So cry out to Him. Let us cry out to our Abba, to our Father. Now. At this moment. For our Father, our Abba is El Roi – God Who sees us. With compassion and love.


My Father, my Dad, my Abba


When I grew up, I never felt comfortable with anyone. Because in the town where I was growing up, I was different. I was the only child who did not have a father. My father left me when I was just 2 years old. He is married to someone else. He blames my mother for that, that he had to marry someone else because my mother was having an affair. My mother tells that because he went out and married someone else, she had no choice but to have an affair. Don’t know till today who is right, but neither of them knew the deep wounds in my heart.

From the time I realized that other parents advised their kids not to be close friends with me, I almost grew alone. I also wanted to have a normal father like everyone else. I hated the guy with who my mother was having the affair and I showed it. It backfired big time. I was promptly thrown in a boy’s hostel.

From then on, I kept looking for a father figure. Till today, I have lots of respect and admiration for most of my teachers, because I looked up to them as father figures. But I realized that once the school year ends, the teachers have new students. It was so difficult for me.

When I went to college, it was real bad. Almost all of us who came to college during those days were those dreamt of becoming a doctor or an engineer, but did their +2 exams miserably. When we talked among ourselves, it was always their dads who were prominent decision makers in my fellow students’ lives. I was the only one who could not talk about a father.

When I confided in few of my friends about how my father abandoned me and how my mother was in an affair, it invariably boomeranged. Whenever I had a misunderstanding with any of those friends, I was called names. It hurt me so much, I could not trust anyone.

It was then one of my best friends told me about a Father who was waiting for my love. My heavenly Father. I have always looked at God as vengeful martinet, who would strike you down at the first given chance. But look at God as my Father, my Dad… it was something new.

But when the LORD poured His Spirit into me, I realized that it was not the spirit of fear, but the Spirit of adoption, by which I could call Him “My Father, my Dad, my Abba.”


It was not easy to be a child of my heavenly Father. The more I knew about my Father, I realized how insufficient I was. The more I realized how compassionate and loving He is, how long suffering and patient He is, how gracious my Father is, it made me understand how unfitting I am to be called His son. But then, my Father loves me not because I am perfect, but because HE is perfect. My Father loves me not because I have given my life to Him, but His only begotten Son Jesus Christ gave His life for me.

My Father is patient with me. When I am wrong, He patiently waits for me to understand the follies of my ways. My Father is gracious unto me. When I stumble, He knows that I am weak and gives me strength. My Father is humble. When I am filled with pride, He finds ways to teach me humility. My Father cares. Whenever I cry, He is always next to me, comforting me. My Father is righteous. Whenever I sin, He remembers the atoning sacrifice of my Savior Jesus Christ, and reminds me of my sin till I confess and receive forgiveness. My Father is the LORD Almighty. So, with humility and faith, I declare this:


Psalm 103:13“As a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear Him.”

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