The kids are playing school. Leesy included. Her happy little squeals pierce right through the reading and math lessons. Unfortunately, she managed to find markers and decorate Abby’s bed.
It was her first marker offence. But if she is anything like Eli – there will be plenty more.
When Eli was four, I constantly found little scribbles on the walls. And really – with a three, four, and six year old – any of the kids could have been suspects.
But at four years old, he knew how to write his name. And he signed his name to each one of his mischievous masterpieces.
But I didn’t need him to sign his name. I know my kids. And I knew that he was the culprit.
But even more, my Father knows me.
You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely. Psalm 139:1-4
It amazes me to realize that God could know me so intimately. To know my thoughts. Even before I pray.
For me, prayer is hard. But, maybe it doesn’t have to be. If I truly believe that God knows me so intimately – then words don’t matter. I don’t have to search for the words or mark off some list. He already knows my heart.
He knows those people that I am longing for Him to touch. He knows what my children need. He knows how I hurt. And He knows when my heart rejoices.
But may all who seek you rejoice and be glad in you…. Psalm 40:16