k n o w n {Psalm 139}

“Write.” I like that little button on the top right corner of the website. It’s so inviting. Why, yes, thank you, I would love nothing more. I click it and the words in my head get so excited.

Disclaimer: The following post does not do Psalm 139 justice. But I have thoughts, regardless.

I was reading through it today and I’m pretty floored. I’ve been reading it pretty much every day for awhile now, actually. Just because I can’t get over it. Then again, how can you get over something you can’t even fathom in the first place?  Until recently, I’ve never been so aware of how much I want to be known. If I could sum up what I want in life, I think it all comes down to this one thing. At least right now. Not even sure what that means, entirely. Or what I think it should look like, for that matter, but I think there are a few different levels… I think I want to know and understand myself, what I’m passionate about, what I’m good at, what I’d like to spend my life doing. And I’m getting there. I also know I love people; I like when people know me and they let me know them, too. But in light of all that, I am already known. Perfectly. By my Savior. He knows me to an incomprehensible degree that surpasses anyone’s knowledge of me, ever. And that’s pretty incredible.

Have I become numb to the things I’ve literally been raised to just accept? It’s been engrained in my mind and heart for as long as I can remember, praise God, but as a result, I too often lack the exuberance that this kind of truth deserves. It just “is what it is.” It’s the truth and I accept it the way I accept a free cookie: with a “thank you,” and then pretty soon it’s gone…

I have been searched, known, understood, comprehended by a God who is acquainted with all of my ways, who knows me altogether, inside and out, who has hedged me, behind and before, and laid His hand upon me. I am and have been led, held, formed, covered, skillfully wrought, made, seen, and tried by the God whose thoughts about you and I are numerous and oh so precious. Heart and flesh, God, You know it all and none of it surprises you. Still you love. When I was only a substance, I was seen. There was a plan. All of the days of my life were written down before I even had a beating heart, or resembled anything remotely human, for that matter. My purpose was established, my every decision, right or wrong, already laid bare before the eyes of God. I was and am understood completely and accepted entirely. Regardless of how well people know me, or think they do, He knows me infinitely better and more deeply, which is both terrifying and humbling. What more could a person ask for than to be both fully known and still fully accepted by the God of the universe? I need to chew on all of that a lot more. I just decided that one of my favorite parts of Psalm 139 is when David says, “You have hedged me behind and before, and laid Your hand upon me,” right after recounting alllllll the ways God knows us… every thought, every intention, every action and every word, before one of them even makes its way out; every part of me, which is innately wretched, imperfect, tainted, sinful, He knows, yet He watches over me, cares for me and lays His hand upon me. What a God.

And how often I fail to live by the part proclaiming that because of these truths, “I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”

I don’t do that enough.

I have more reasons to praise Him than I could ever even comprehend, reasons that go beyond being fearfully and wonderfully made… that’s just the beginning, the one fact that should both dictate and highlight the whole rest of my life. And I don’t do that enough. So there’s my call to action. Praise. He deserves it ceaselessly. (Recommended reading: Praise Habit by David Crowder)

I am known… Infinitely. Perfectly. Completely. Fully. Entirely. *Insert all other existing synonyms.*

So are you.

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