Knowing

A thought just struck me that I wanted to share, especially with fellow moms.

I know my kids better than anyone else does. Their likes, dislikes, fears, joys, struggles, personality quirks - I know them all.

I know that Stefan likes strawberry jelly on his toast but blackberry jelly on his sandwiches. He hates math and writing but loves science and music. He likes to know why and how things work, and anything technological comes easily to him. He loves to build and make things. And he loves spending time with his dad.

I know that the only kinds of cheese Lukas likes are mozzarella and Parmesan. He just hates school altogether, preferring the social to the academic. He is kindhearted and will be the first to give up something that someone else wants. He loves animals and wants to open his own zoo someday. He still likes to cuddle with Mom.

We moms know our kids like this. In most cases, we have spent at least the first five years of their lives with them pretty much nonstop. In my case, it's even more than that, because they are home schooled. When they have a need, we are the ones they call. We know them because we have invested this time into their lives.

As I was thinking about this, I was struck by the fact that God knows me on an even deeper level. He not only knows those things I am willing to share with Him, but every thought I try to hide. He knows my needs before I even ask Him. He knows my deepest fears, my greatest joys, my strengths, and my weaknesses. And He understands them.

He knows me this intimately because He created me. He lovingly formed me with His hands, every fiber of my being.

He knows everything about me, and He loves me anyway.