I am Known

Starting over is never easy.  New cities, new roads.  New churches, new doctors.

New Friends.

In reality, making new friends is one of the sweet gifts of moving, but, I’m finding that this time around, I’m really missing the comfort of being “known”.  Friends you’ve had for years – they have a frame of reference for the things that you say and do.  They understand when you’re just being silly, and don’t really mean something literally.  They know what you’ve walked through, so they “get it” when you are reticent, or excited, or nervous about certain things.  There is context.  They know your heart, not just your name.

Enter God.  He, as always, is right on time.  A few days ago, in His sweet, gentle way, He softly spoke: “I know you.”  “You are known”.   My heart overflows with feelings, but words are few.  He knows me.   He has the ultimate context as the Creator of my personality.

Once again, I’m reminded that He is enough.  He knit my heart together; He knows it “full well”.

I consider myself blessed to have many friends across many states (one of the benefits of moving a lot), and this area is no exception, as it is one of the friendliest, and most hospitable places we’ve ever lived.  But, everyone is still new to me, and I’m still new to them, and the vulnerability is not always comfortable.

Time will bring the knowingness that I crave here in my new area. I’ll once again share the company of those who “know” me, and who trust me enough to allow me to know them as well.  But, I’m thankful for His gentle reminder this week – that being humanly known will never be enough, it will never truly satisfy.

For, I am known.  By Him. 

(Originally written August 2011)