When I was born, I entered the world as the daughter of my parents and granddaughter of my grandparents. I had a brother, making me a sister. My parents had siblings making me a niece. Their siblings had children making me a cousin. On the day I was born, I was surrounded with people who automatically loved me, some of whom I became close with over the years.
I eventually became a mother, a wife, stepmother, an aunt, and an in-law with a heap of relatives through my marriage and the marriages of my siblings and children. I have the wonderful title of being a grandmother! The family circle of people who know me has grown by leaps and bounds.
As much as I am known by all of these people to whatever degree, none know me like the One who created me. When I was born, I entered the world as a female Negro, a black person, an African-American, not by choice but by design by the Most High God, the all-knowing Father, Creator God. There was a choice I made as an adolescent – to follow the One who created me. Living by the choice I made to the One who created me supersedes EVERYTHING in my life.
Psalm 139:13, 15-16 tells me that God “created my inmost being…“knit me together in my mother’s womb,” God’s “eyes saw my unformed body”, I was made in secret in my mother’s womb, and “all the days ordained for me were written in His book before one of them came to be.”
As a mom, I think I know my children fairly well. But because they live in different cities from me, I’m clueless as to what’s going on in their lives unless we communicate via phone, e-mail or Facebook.
How well does God know me? He has searched me and knows me. He knows when I sit (who besides God knows that I’m sitting in my family room as I write this), when I rise (often my husband is not aware that I’ve left the bedroom), when I go out and come in. God knows my thoughts before I become aware of them. (Psalm 139:1-3). He doesn’t have to call or e-mail me to find out what’s going on with me. He knows more about me than I could ever put on Facebook!