I have a few of those things collecting dust on the shelf---also a drawer of marathon medals that the grands occasionally play with.
The recognition I have missed greatly since moving to the Big City has been the simple recognition of my face, my car, my voice---that comes from years of "knowing you". The only two places I go here in The City that I am ever recognized is The Y and Church. No more running into anyone in the grocery or on the street or at the post office---no more impromptu conversations when spotting old friends at a local eatery. I have a friend that moved back to Ruston after a few years in The City---she told me---"I got tired of going to the grocery store and never seeing anyone I knew."
I do miss the recognition, but it's not all bad being incognito----why no make up---no problem---hair a mess---who's looking---stain on my shirt---no one to care. There is an element of freedom when traveling in the limbo land of "Nobody Knows Me". Old habits die hard though---I find myself striking up conversations with perfect strangers. Depending upon where I am--there is always something to talk about---The Nursery--plants----The Grocery---cooking---The Street Corner--the length of the red lights----I am seldom at a loss for words. But the sad truth is---it is idle chit-chat---with no eternal consequences--no lasting relationship.
There is another good thing about the isolation of aloneness---getting in touch with The One who is always there---The One who always listens---The One who loves me deeply---the reason I am truly NEVER alone. All I have to say is "Lord, Father, God Almighty" any of his many names---and He immediately recognizes my voice and always listens to my thoughts. I am thankful for His Recognition!
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”