God's sovereignty and attention to detail never cease to amaze me. He is God of the universe, Creator of the world yet He knows me like the back of His hand. He knows my thoughts and desires before they are even known to me. Nothing is hidden from Him, not a single thing.

I try desperately to wrap my brain around the fullness and breadth of His knowledge of me but I feel as though I fail miserably - just when I think I might have a slight handle on it, I discover a new facet. I have finally resigned myself to the fact that I will never fully understand it, because He is God and I am not. What I do know is that He loves me well.

And the best part of it all? He knows me to my depths. All the darkness, all the sin, all the rebellion, and He still looks at me with love. He knew it all, and still chose me as His adopted daughter before the beginning of time. Striving desperately to rest in the comfort of this truth.

My life is a constant learning curve but I'm thankful for a God who doesn't allow me to remain stagnant even for a moment.


"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.[a]
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."
Psalm 139:1-16

[ Special thanks to Stephen Hill for the graphic - more work from him still to come! ]