Footsteps

My husband and I have three sons, and I noticed recently that I can easily identify each one by their footsteps on the stairs in our home. One goes quickly and jumps down the last few steps with a thud. Another has a lighter step, and the third has a steady, even gait. I cultivated this skill without even realizing it!

I love and know my sons thoroughly. But as much as I know my sons, how much more does God — the One who knit me together in my mother’s womb — know me! God knows my innermost thoughts. God knows what I will say, do, or think before it happens. It’s both comforting and unnerving to be so completely known. It’s comforting because I am secure in God’s love for me, but it’s unnerving because I know that I am flawed. However, I think of my love for my sons. No matter their flaws or mistakes, I love them completely, and this reminds me of God’s unconditional love for me. Even so, just as my children apologize and acknowledge their mistakes, I too must confess and repent of my sins.

It delighted me to discover that I have this special knowledge of my sons. I trust that God delights even more in knowing me.