Doesn't everyone on some level want to be really known? To not only be known, but loved and accepted for who they are, warts and all. I have something inside of me that wants to be able to reveal my whole heart to another living being and have them wrap me in their arms and say, "I know the ugliest parts of you {even your idiosyncrasies} and still I adore you."
Not that I want them to feed or encourage those ugly parts or make me feel okay about them...I really want them to love me and accept me, but to help me grow and make me better...pull me out of myself and hold me accountable, all the while gently and patiently loving me.
This need to be known and loved unconditionally is common to man. It was placed in our hearts by the One who created us...the only One who can truly meet that need. What a comfort it is to be known!
You have searched me, LORD,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, LORD, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts,God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.
Psalm 139:1-18
