In the last month or so, my heart has been pondering the idea of what it truly is to be known by God. It’s quite a spectacular thing really, especially as a woman, to meditate on the security of being known so intimately and personally by my Creator. Not only does God hear and understand what I choose to tell Him, but everything I’m scared to say too. He does not simply see the facts, like a resume on a sheet of paper that is emailed to Him everyday, but He understands the motivations behind each thought and action I have. He sees and understands even those aspects that I am completely unaware of myself.
I first came to this realization in a new way about a month ago, in the midst of a time of repentance. For some reason, the image in my mind when it comes to repentance has always leaned more to God as Judge. As if while I confess, He is standing Judge, determining whether or not I am truly being heartfelt. Yet in one moment, it was as if Christ was whispering to my heart, “I understand.” He understands the brokenness from which my sin is most often born. And while He desires all to come to repentance, He still sees me beforehand.
I’ve also recently come to a heightened understanding of what it means to be seen and known. This is not a passive knowledge God has of me, but an active involvement He chooses to have. I have an intercessor in the person of Christ, an every present help in the Holy Spirit, and a loving Father God who always welcomes me back. Ultimately, God, in all of His Persons, is for me. He will always choose me.
