Thirteen years and four days ago, I committed to share the rest of my life with my best friend. We were both starry-eyed, and quite unprepared. (However, I will adamantly maintain that you're never REALLY "ready" for the big things of life. =)) But over the ensuing years, he's begun to talk a little more, and I've practiced listening a little more. And we have learned so much about each other!
Earlier this week, when my Honey made a comment to a friend, I told him that he needed to mortify the sin that he was, at that moment, indulging. Our friend looked at him a bit funny, as though I was falsely accusing him. But Shorty's response was, "She knows me too well." I feel the same way. There is no other person on the planet who has such clear insight into my heart. And he is faithful to call me on the carpet when I'm indulging my sin. It is GLORIOUS-- in an infuriatingly painful way.
As I was mulling this over, I was reminded that there is Another who knows me even better than my Shorty. Better, in fact, than I even know myself. Then I was drawn to these words:
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. O LORD, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O LORD, you know it altogether. You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high; I cannot attain it. Where shall I go from your Spirit? Or where shall I flee from your presence? If I ascend to heaven, you are there! If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there! If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me. If I say, "Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night," even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you. For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with you. Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God! O men of blood, depart from me! They speak against you with malicious intent; your enemies take your name in vain! Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD? And do I not loathe those who rise up against you? I hate them with complete hatred; I count them my enemies. Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts! And see if there be any grievous way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting!
Psalms 139:1-24
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