When Mack was a toddler, he loved to hide and be found by Josh. At bedtime we would all go to the girls’ room first and tuck them in, talk some and pray and play around. Then, I’d tell Mack it was time to go to his room. He knew what that meant. We would walk down the hall, leaving Josh safely behind us. We would open the closet door and sit on the floor of the closet in the dark, as quietly as a toddler could be. He would put his chubby little hand over his mouth and softly giggle as he heard Josh walking towards the room. Josh would “look all around for us,” but always had such trouble finding us. He’d look behind the curtains. He’d look in the crib, all the time asking where we were and all the time Mack would smile so big at me. He thought we were really getting dad good. But then, inevitably, Josh would open the closet door in amazement and see us. His searching finally paid off, and we would laugh and laugh. Both of us were happy that he searched and found us.
All humans have a deep desire to be seen and known.
During my psalm 139 reading last week, my eyes were opened in a fresh way to the very first verse, “O, Lord, You have searched me and known me.”
To search me would mean God’s eyes were on me. He sees me. And God knows me better than I know myself.
This seems so elementary, so basic. Yet, on day three of reading this familiar chapter, I was comforted by this short, yet meaningful, line.
I asked God to make me aware of His searching of my heart. Of His knowing me better than anyone else. And to find comfort in both of those.
It was a good day. It prepared me for the rest of the week….
