Know Me

I believe that there is an intrinsic desire within each of us to be known. We want to be more than seen, more than noticed, more than acknowledged. We want more than a "How's your day?" Our inner man scratchs to get out, to be seen,to be heard, to be known.

I was talking to Katie late last night. We sat in her car, in my driveway. We talked about our hearts. How we guard them... and yet how deeply we desire for them to be revealed.  In a moment of revelation, I exclaimed in one bursting breath,"Katie, I just want to BE KNOWN!"

And thats just it. Isn't it?

The cry of our heart, "Someone, please know me!"

And before the words finished passing through my lips, my thoughts were flooded with the deepest sense of peace I have ever known. A voice cracked as loud as thunder, and shook my being.

"Oh but my child, I Do know you!

I knew you before you created you in your mothers womb.

I knew you before you breathed your first.

I know your thoughts and the path of your life.

I know your heart and your joys and your aching grievances.

My child, You are known.

 I KNOW you."

And I closed my eyes, and I felt the King of the Universe peering into me. Past my skin and my thick walls. He looked into my inner man, and he saw me. I have such a hope, being able to rejoice in THE God that knows me.

Ha! And you want to know the real kicker? He knows me ... and he still likes me! I mean, he sees this messy, selfish, and prideful person, and he chooses to like me still. He chooses to love me. And to delight OVER me. And to rejoice in who I am.

And how can I not respond to this God with any other response than seeking to know him as well?

AND THIS IS ETERNAL LIFE: THAT THEY MIGHT KNOW YOU..." -John 17:3