Sunday Reflection: Seeing Through Walls
My son was nine or ten and he’d asked a friend over to play. At some point, the bed squeaked in a way that I knew “someone” was standing on the mattress. As a preventative measure, I told them (from the living room) not to jump on the bed, then heard a thump on the floor--like shoes.
I heard my son’s friend say, “How did she know?”
“I think she can see through the walls,” my kid said. “She always knows when I’m doing something.”
Of course I can’t see through walls (or can I), but I take great comfort in knowing that God sees everything thing and knows everything about me, loves me no matter what I do and is in control.
“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…. Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.” Psalm 139:13-24 (NIV)
Scripture source: Holy Bible, biblegate.com